[If this isn't Rome, where are they? And how did they get here? He has to retrace his steps, try harder to fill in the gaps - There needs to be a call, there is always a call--
Rome. The bizarre state Bucciarati was in. He was... Right, he was meeting with someone, and Doppio took advantage of the circumstances to figure out who and where, and... something was seriously wrong? The Boss was somehow able to make Bucciarati think he was Trish?? But they made it deeper into the Coliseum, and yes, someone was there, and...
What next? Something happened next...
Doppio steps back as Bucciarati approaches, looking around uneasily. Not a phone in sight - no, there is a phone booth off in the distance, and so many nearby that he could suddenly notice, so many miraculously functioning seashell-shaped phones half-buried in the sand - and he knows that Bucciarati's question is a trap.
Stairs. There were stairs. He wasn't supposed to... Did he go up the stairs?]
is doppio never not confused, to be fair
[If this isn't Rome, where are they? And how did they get here? He has to retrace his steps, try harder to fill in the gaps - There needs to be a call, there is always a call--
Rome. The bizarre state Bucciarati was in. He was... Right, he was meeting with someone, and Doppio took advantage of the circumstances to figure out who and where, and... something was seriously wrong? The Boss was somehow able to make Bucciarati think he was Trish?? But they made it deeper into the Coliseum, and yes, someone was there, and...
What next? Something happened next...
Doppio steps back as Bucciarati approaches, looking around uneasily. Not a phone in sight - no, there is a phone booth off in the distance, and so many nearby that he could suddenly notice, so many miraculously functioning seashell-shaped phones half-buried in the sand - and he knows that Bucciarati's question is a trap.
Stairs. There were stairs. He wasn't supposed to... Did he go up the stairs?]