[ Her gaze drops from his at his dry expression. Yes, there are other things out there. Yes, some of them are horrifying like the darkness seems to be. Not all of them are harmful. Some are harmonious. She can't bring herself to tell him about Polaris yet. It might be too much. Having a connection to an alien that's only in her head?
« I really would seem crazy to him. Just like everyone else. »
Polaris disagrees, but Jesse still can't bring herself to do it.
Her eyes widen at his next statement. At first, she's not sure what to do or what to say. It's been so long since she's had a friend that isn't Polaris. She's still not sure he truly believes her either. He hasn't run away nor has he called her insane. There's just a part of her that can't seem to truly believe a famous writer like him would give her the time of day.
She forces herself to give him a small smile. It's the best she can do. Maybe being a writer makes it so he can read people easily. ]
You said you had to get to the old coal mine museum to meet a kidnapper. Right? [ While her tone is still filled with emotion, there is a lightness in it that wasn't there before. ] How fast do you need to be there?
[ Jesse is already glancing up at the light and then hesitantly taking a few steps out of it. The darkness is still heavy around them, but there's no sounds of shuffling Taken. She nods to herself before reaching up and taking one of his wrists.
« Any idea on which car is best to ride in? Can you help me find one? »
Polaris tugs her mind in a direction with a shimmer. Jesse immediately begins heading that way, gently guiding Alan along by his wrist. It's only a few steps down the street, so the lamp post is still in view if they need it.
The old jeep seems almost abandoned. Convenient. Jesse frowns at the idea before taking a quick look inside the driver window. It's unlocked. Even more convenient. She quietly opens the door, leaning inside and looking around the dashboard. Her hand goes to the visor at top and the keys slide out.
« This really is like a movie. »
She motions for Alan to take the passenger side. If they need to shoot, he's the one with the gun training. She slides into the old jeep and quietly closes the door behind her. The keys slide into the ignition and with a quick turn the jeep comes to life. She slides the backpack she wears off and puts it between them.
The police lights and cars begin to get closer.
Jesse puts the jeep in gear and pulls into the road. A moment later and they are leaving town for the woods. ]
All the pages I found are inside the backpack. In case you needed them.
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« I really would seem crazy to him. Just like everyone else. »
Polaris disagrees, but Jesse still can't bring herself to do it.
Her eyes widen at his next statement. At first, she's not sure what to do or what to say. It's been so long since she's had a friend that isn't Polaris. She's still not sure he truly believes her either. He hasn't run away nor has he called her insane. There's just a part of her that can't seem to truly believe a famous writer like him would give her the time of day.
She forces herself to give him a small smile. It's the best she can do. Maybe being a writer makes it so he can read people easily. ]
You said you had to get to the old coal mine museum to meet a kidnapper. Right? [ While her tone is still filled with emotion, there is a lightness in it that wasn't there before. ] How fast do you need to be there?
[ Jesse is already glancing up at the light and then hesitantly taking a few steps out of it. The darkness is still heavy around them, but there's no sounds of shuffling Taken. She nods to herself before reaching up and taking one of his wrists.
« Any idea on which car is best to ride in? Can you help me find one? »
Polaris tugs her mind in a direction with a shimmer. Jesse immediately begins heading that way, gently guiding Alan along by his wrist. It's only a few steps down the street, so the lamp post is still in view if they need it.
The old jeep seems almost abandoned. Convenient. Jesse frowns at the idea before taking a quick look inside the driver window. It's unlocked. Even more convenient. She quietly opens the door, leaning inside and looking around the dashboard. Her hand goes to the visor at top and the keys slide out.
« This really is like a movie. »
She motions for Alan to take the passenger side. If they need to shoot, he's the one with the gun training. She slides into the old jeep and quietly closes the door behind her. The keys slide into the ignition and with a quick turn the jeep comes to life. She slides the backpack she wears off and puts it between them.
The police lights and cars begin to get closer.
Jesse puts the jeep in gear and pulls into the road. A moment later and they are leaving town for the woods. ]
All the pages I found are inside the backpack. In case you needed them.