Jack:In his Workshop

[_jack_]

Jack left Ellie's Room, his pace quickening, almost storming back to his room. Anger, sadness, fear, it all mixed inside of him and he didn't know what to think. He arrived first in his work shop, picking up this tool, that length of wire, this washer, that screw, but he couldn't concentrate. He was...was he heartbroken? It was the end, it felt

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[_jack_]

Unflinching, Jack didn't look up, he figured she was mad, moving her stool and leaving, but instead she climbed back on it and put her hand on his back. He wanted to look at her, puzzled, but she began talking, and his red rimmed, tear filled eyes locked onto the workbench, what was she doing? Why was she apologizing? Anna hadn't done anything, she didn't even know Ellie or Luke or anything, and he began breathing heavily, eyebrows coming together, creasing his forehead in angered response. What did she have to say about this? Nothing, as far as Jack was concerned, she didn't know him or... Did she ... she understood how he felt

[tribal_anna]

It took a few moments, but Anna realized that no one had said anything for quite a few minutes. Using her free hand, she rubbed it across her face trying not to think of the past and things gone wrong. She was afraid Jack would tell her to go away again, because if he were to, she’d leave and be by herself once more. As he began to speak, Anna withdrew her hand and set it in her lap. She didn’t feel obligated to stay; it was just nice to talk to someone. “I don’t feel…obligated.” Anna murmured quietly, “The truth is, its just nice to talk to someone… no one in the mall seems to want to talk to us…” Or maybe its me… She thought cynically. “And, you are one of only a few who has really talked to me, aside from my siblings, since we came here…” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s just nice to talk to someone.” Embarrassed, she dropped her eyes to her lap

[_jack_]

Jack was nothing if he wasn't oblivious, he didn't understand why she looked so shocked and embarassed, it had been his family, his story, had he really said something to her that had earned that kind of reaction? Jack looked to his workbench, puzzled, and he decided that changing the subject was best

[tribal_anna]

Anna heard him ask her a question about her siblings, but his reaction to whistle put everything on hold. She watched it fall to the tiles, making a little noise as it rolled and then came to a rest by her feet, the note fluttering down next to it. She watched his reaction to the whistle. It was almost instant. He looked at her with sad eyes before leaving an attached room. Anna watched him go, confused. “Now what’d I do…?” She wondered to herself.

Looking down, she saw the whistle and the piece of paper next to her. Part of her warned that it wasn’t her business, but she was curious. Bending over, Anna picked up the whistle and looked at it. What about it caused him such pain? It was just a whistle. Her eyes strayed to the note on the floor. Picking it up, she read it quietly to herself. Pursing her lips, she shook her head. For a brief moment, she thought going to talk to him. But there was nothing left to say. Now what? She wondered

[tribal_anna]

Anna heard voices outside somewhere and jerked awake. Loud and chattering voices. "Willow. Flower." She muttered to herself. Pushing herself back off her bed, she walked to the door in time to see them heading into the extra cafe. Hurriedly, she straighted her clothes and rushed after them.