I go as still as I can when Dillon grips at my shoulder, hovering and waiting for him to help me.
And he does, well, he points in as good a direction as any. It's in the opposite direction of the train station, and while I have the strangest memory of crawling out of a door that was in no way at the train station, I know that logically that can't be right. My memory must just be playing tricks on me.
"Yes! That direction!" I clear my throat and pull the hems of my jacket down, putting up as confident a front as I can muster. "That is exactly the way I meant!"
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Date: 2012-06-28 07:03 am (UTC)And he does, well, he points in as good a direction as any. It's in the opposite direction of the train station, and while I have the strangest memory of crawling out of a door that was in no way at the train station, I know that logically that can't be right. My memory must just be playing tricks on me.
"Yes! That direction!" I clear my throat and pull the hems of my jacket down, putting up as confident a front as I can muster. "That is exactly the way I meant!"