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for Martin Blackwood (& Jonathan Sims)
Oct. 10th, 2019 01:07 pmdated Oct 12
It's an entire week before Regan can bring herself to check in on Martin. He'd been one of those lost when the creatures had come. But not actually lost, she knows now. It'd been hard to wrap her mind around, but apparently the entire thing had been a very vivid dream that she'd shared with so many people. It seems impossible, but so does a deep, glittering snow in the middle of July, and that'd definitely happened.
When she'd first realized that everyone who'd gotten hurt was fine, she'd wanted to rush out and check on everyone. But she hadn't been able to bring herself to check on most of them. How would they react? They'd be angry, right? Upset with her, like it was her fault, even though she hadn't meant to do it.
She doesn't sleep well for the first few days, too scared she'll end up waking up at home again. A couple of nights, Saoirse makes Cu stay in bed with her, so she'll feel his heavy presence. It helps a little.
She finally decides she's being dumb: if Martin is angry with her, she'll just have to deal with that. But she wants to at least check in on him, make sure he's really alright, like everyone else. So she asks Greta where she can find him, and makes her way to the archive.
At least, she thinks she's in the right spot. The building in front of her looks more like an antique shop from the outside, weathered and worn and not at all what she imagines an archive would look like.
Not that she'd know, really, but still. She approaches the door hesitantly. The sign in front tells her she's in the right place, so she reaches for the handle and pulls the door open.
Inside is warm, and a little musty in a weird, library sort of way, though there aren't any bookshelves with books in tidy rows like she'd expect in an actual library. She does find herself looking around, though, taking in her surroundings rather than looking for her original goal.
It's an entire week before Regan can bring herself to check in on Martin. He'd been one of those lost when the creatures had come. But not actually lost, she knows now. It'd been hard to wrap her mind around, but apparently the entire thing had been a very vivid dream that she'd shared with so many people. It seems impossible, but so does a deep, glittering snow in the middle of July, and that'd definitely happened.
When she'd first realized that everyone who'd gotten hurt was fine, she'd wanted to rush out and check on everyone. But she hadn't been able to bring herself to check on most of them. How would they react? They'd be angry, right? Upset with her, like it was her fault, even though she hadn't meant to do it.
She doesn't sleep well for the first few days, too scared she'll end up waking up at home again. A couple of nights, Saoirse makes Cu stay in bed with her, so she'll feel his heavy presence. It helps a little.
She finally decides she's being dumb: if Martin is angry with her, she'll just have to deal with that. But she wants to at least check in on him, make sure he's really alright, like everyone else. So she asks Greta where she can find him, and makes her way to the archive.
At least, she thinks she's in the right spot. The building in front of her looks more like an antique shop from the outside, weathered and worn and not at all what she imagines an archive would look like.
Not that she'd know, really, but still. She approaches the door hesitantly. The sign in front tells her she's in the right place, so she reaches for the handle and pulls the door open.
Inside is warm, and a little musty in a weird, library sort of way, though there aren't any bookshelves with books in tidy rows like she'd expect in an actual library. She does find herself looking around, though, taking in her surroundings rather than looking for her original goal.
