What Ifs and Maybes

[lost_kate]

Kate was sitting by the water. Her water bottle was in both of her hands. Her fingers absent mindedly peeling away at the label as her eyes traced over the doll Jack had handed her. "Does is remind you of anybody?" Kate sighed. What had he meant by that? Lately he was like a big jig saw puzzle-speaking cryptically, eyes shifty, watching her. Had

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[lost_jack]

Jack continued to rummage through the bag. His legs aching from holding up his body in the squatting position that he was hovering in. Every so often he would shift his weight, giving each muscle a breif moment to regain it's strength. He whiped his nose with the back of his hand, breathing out of his mouth. Claire had said something about her dreams, about someone trying to hurt her baby. He had also often seen her writing in a journal that she kept in this bag. He lifted the clothes and her other things in there, desperately searching for her journal. He dropped the items back in, glancing around. If it wasn't in her bag, there was only one other person it could be with....