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shelley_winters) wrote2006-11-30 10:56 pm
shelley_winters) wrote2006-11-30 10:56 pm
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Shelley stares at her own front door, key half-raised towards the lock.
She doesn't want to go in.
She's scared to go into her own house. Because he's in there, he can make a space frightning, and she should really just either go in or go somewhere else. Where?
No, no, she has to go in. To her house. Right, right.
She fumbles with the key and turns it in the lock before she can panic again. Step forward, onto the mat, bang the door.
To hard. The windows rattle, a little.
God. She stands still.
She doesn't want to go in.
She's scared to go into her own house. Because he's in there, he can make a space frightning, and she should really just either go in or go somewhere else. Where?
No, no, she has to go in. To her house. Right, right.
She fumbles with the key and turns it in the lock before she can panic again. Step forward, onto the mat, bang the door.
To hard. The windows rattle, a little.
God. She stands still.
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"I'd know. F-for some people, killing isn't an option, I know it's hard for you to comprehend."
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"It is hard for most people to comprehend my situation."
Pausing for a moment, he commented calmly.
"Returning to the clothing issue, how might we best resolve this? It is a touch chilly for puttering about without clothing."
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"I'm not working tomorrow. We can go and get some things, get the bus."
Elan on a bus. Such a weird thought, it clashes with reality, it...
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"That will suffice."
A pause, and a softer tone of voice
"Thank you."
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He isn't.
So there's just a beat of silence where a reply should have been, and she turns around and heads for the door to the hall.