Mar 29, 2009 15:07
Shilo's shaking as she runs out of the room, and she doesn't know where she's going, but anywhere away from him. Killer, murderer, repo man, and it all means the same thing, and she can't get that to coexist in her head with the word father.
Her breath is rasping in her throat as she stumbles down the dark hall, turns the corner and... something shifts. It shifts the wrong way, the floor's not at quite the right angle and it's too bright, and she stumbles, and falls.
She lands on a carpeted floor, in a room that's so bright it hurts her eyes after being in a dark room lit by little more than a projector and a vial of zydrate. Blinking to clear her vision, she pushes herself upright and glances around at the room, picking out a couch, a television, a bookshelf and a small bed shoved into a corner...
"Where am I?" she murmurs to herself, moving a little further into the room uneasily. Was she even in the opera house anymore? Except she wasn't sure how she could have left it, she definitely hadn't left the building and-
It's then that Shilo looks behind her to see where she came from, and her heart starts pounding so loud in her ears it drowns out all other thought for just a moment. There's no door there, no hall, just swirling void, purple and green and blue and how is she supposed to go back...?
martha jones,
desmond descant,
daine sarrasri