Plenty of illusion here, you live it every day...
There's a dark-haired young woman sitting in the common room, staring into the flickering flames of the fireplace, like she's seeing something different altogether.
"Sorry," she murmurs, to no one in particular, though rather loud enough to be heard by anyone in the room who's paying attention. "It followed me. Didn't mean to, but they always do..."
She heaves a tired sigh. There'll be bigger monsters to worry about than witchdogs soon, anyway.
Meanwhile, Sam's sitting nearby. He'd been flipping through a newspaper, but he set it aside about five minutes ago, when the girl started talking to herself.
He's not sure whether he's glad to see someone here crazier than him, or just a little unsettled by her.
"Sorry," she murmurs, to no one in particular, though rather loud enough to be heard by anyone in the room who's paying attention. "It followed me. Didn't mean to, but they always do..."
She heaves a tired sigh. There'll be bigger monsters to worry about than witchdogs soon, anyway.
Meanwhile, Sam's sitting nearby. He'd been flipping through a newspaper, but he set it aside about five minutes ago, when the girl started talking to herself.
He's not sure whether he's glad to see someone here crazier than him, or just a little unsettled by her.