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ladyfirestarter ([personal profile] ladyfirestarter) wrote2008-01-01 02:06 pm

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Kate Welker is calling ahead to the airport to arrange tickets, and to make sure there'll be a skycap on hand with a wheelchair.

Eric's driving. Charlie's sharing the passenger seat with Susannah.

"...So we got a call from Tet about an hour and a half ago, saying Rose had regained consciousness and she was saying you were in a place called Milliways."

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wandering," Susannah says. "Between life and death and wandering."

She doesn't like that. There's a whole lot of reasons she doesn't like that. "And somehow she found out." Either she saw, or someone told her.

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"How did they get out?" That's one that's been nagging at her. "If there were six of them, and the wires were cut."

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you have anymore details than that?" she asks, her fingers curling on the armrest.

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The picture refines, but does not gel; at any rate, a gruesome smile tugs at the edges of her mouth. At war with everything else Susannah feels, Detta is highly amused.

Blew out his little white candle for good, did she? Knew that chile had to be good for somethin.

Two men dead. "Does she know?"

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-01 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I never wanted this for her," she says, as New Mexico goes by out the window.

(It's annoying to be reduced to cliches.)

"I didn't know you had a permanent door there," she says. "I don't think I knew that. Where did it come from?"

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-06 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dr. Stantz. That's right. Very clever man."

The kind of cleverness that is both useful and dangerous.



"Hell," she says flatly, after a moment's beat. "Do you have any paper?"

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-07 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
She scribbles three notes, then neatly tears the sheet of paper into three. "Can you leave these at the bar, please, Charlie?" she says, sighing. "For all the folks I saw again."

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Ka laughs," she says, stone-faced, "and the world moves on."

Then she softens, and sighs. "It isn't your fault, Charlie. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I let my guard down. We thought we were so--safe," she says, as if it's a dirty word.

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-10 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Ka," she says again. "That's all there is, in the end. It's just ka."

[identity profile] shadowsusannah.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course." Susannah nods.

There's no question that if she has a use for the psychics of Taos, she'll make the call.