She knows there is no good answer to give. No rebuttal. No retort. Alan is right. Frank Breaker was right. She can't give herself over to the government like that. It's giving up. How else can she find Dylan? How can she put herself on even footing against the government.
Her gaze moves to the door and back to Alan. A glance to the side says he should answer the door. She'd rather him stay with her, but, it seems his stories always have the opposite in mind. A brief nod is given to confirm the look. Hands rest on the bed and shoulders curl as she looks down at the floor.
Emma raises her head once the door opens. White tank top, jeans, and short blonde hair. She gives that dazed smile. "Supplements" have definitely helped. ] Hey, Alan. Look, uh I know you're going to head to the next place and whatever. But, I thought... you know, I'd point something out? Something this time around. I think. I mean, I'm not dead this time, so maybe it was there the other times? It just FEELS different. Everything. Look.
[ The mechanic half turns for Alan to look out over the small Motel courtyard. The darkness that seemed to oppress the area has lightened. The lights shine brighter. The night sounds can be heard including crickets.
no subject
She knows there is no good answer to give. No rebuttal. No retort. Alan is right. Frank Breaker was right. She can't give herself over to the government like that. It's giving up. How else can she find Dylan? How can she put herself on even footing against the government.
Her gaze moves to the door and back to Alan. A glance to the side says he should answer the door. She'd rather him stay with her, but, it seems his stories always have the opposite in mind. A brief nod is given to confirm the look. Hands rest on the bed and shoulders curl as she looks down at the floor.
Emma raises her head once the door opens. White tank top, jeans, and short blonde hair. She gives that dazed smile. "Supplements" have definitely helped. ] Hey, Alan. Look, uh I know you're going to head to the next place and whatever. But, I thought... you know, I'd point something out? Something this time around. I think. I mean, I'm not dead this time, so maybe it was there the other times? It just FEELS different. Everything. Look.
[ The mechanic half turns for Alan to look out over the small Motel courtyard. The darkness that seemed to oppress the area has lightened. The lights shine brighter. The night sounds can be heard including crickets.
Life, not darkness. ]