Cherry Pie and Dreams
Title: Cherry Pie and Dreams
Fandom:Heroes/Twin Peaks
Rating/Genre: g/gen
Characters: Angela Petrelli, Audrey Horne, Arthur Petrelli, Agent Cooper, the Log Lady, Daniel Linderman (hinted possible Audrey/Angela attraction)
Summary: Arthur and Linderman have business to discuss with Benjamin Horne, and Angela comes with them for a few days of vacation in Twin Peaks. There she meets a bored teenager, and people who might or might not have abilities similar to her own. And yes, she dreams about Laura Palmer, too.
Word count: 2 690
Spoilers/Warnings: No, but I guess some general knowledge about Twin Peaks helps.
Notes: For the Crossover Challenge at heroes_faves.
“Oh Arthur,” Angela sighs as the taxi drives back to the airport, “tell me again why we are here?”
Her husband takes her bag in one hand and his own in the other and grins widely at her:
“Because Linderman and I have business to discuss with Benjamin Horne, and because you need a vacation. It’s only for a couple of days, Angie.”
Yes, only for a couple of days, and yes, she needed a vacation. But when Arthur first suggested the little trip, he made it sound like a romantic weekend for two in a mountain cottage, not a business meeting in an oversized cottage that was, in fact, a hotel.
“Come on, Angela.” Daniel gives her his arm as if he fears she will start running after the taxi. “You will like The Great Northern, it’s a good place, I promise you.”
Angela wishes she had brought Peter with her after all. It’s good for boys to be out in the nature and he could have kept her company. But no, Peter had wanted to stay home and be with Nathan. It was just like Arthur, so typical, to go away on one of the rare occasions when Nathan took a short break in his studies to come home to his family.
“Come,” Arthur says, “let’s check in now and get things started.”
***
Angela doesn’t like The Great Northern. She looks at the wooden walls and hates the color, she wants to cry for an interior designer to come and save her, but she supposes that the style is appropriate for the location. Most guests who come there want to feel like they’re in the last outpost of civilisation, face to face with wilderness. And sure; in a moment of weakness she had agreed to spend a couple days in the wild and untamed nature, and she had expected a log cabin, but now she wishes that she had stayed at home with the boys.
Arthur and Daniel leave her too soon and she is left to explore the place on her own. Everywhere are voices, most of them appearing to be Scandinavian.
“Great,” she murmurs to herself, standing in front of a log fire, “surrounded by deal furniture, stuffed animals and Swedes…”
“No,” says a voice, “they are Norwegians.”
Angela thought she was alone in the sitting room and she turns around swiftly to locate the voice. A shape emerges from the shadows in a corner; a young woman who had been sitting motionless in a big arm chair, as if she were one of the stuffed animals.
A short skirt is wowing around swaying hips as the woman, or girl, really, moves closer to Angela. Her eyes are bright and curious as if she’s expecting something exciting to happen any minute. She’s fixating Angela with her eyes and Angela gets a feeling that something is expected from her.
“Oh, Norwegians,” she says, suppressing an urge to roll her eyes. “Yes, quite different…”
“Yes”, says Audrey, “that’s what I’ve been told. They have lots of volcanoes in Norway. Fire and ice, and those fountain-like steaming things…”
“Geysers,” Angela fills in, and the girl nods and grins widely, as if the wonders of nature are her greatest passion.
“No,” Angela adds, “they have geysers and volcanoes in Iceland, not in Norway. You should be in school, shouldn’t you? In Geography class, perhaps?”
The girl ignores her comment, twinning a lock of hair between her fingers as she looks dreamily on something it appears only she can see in the back of the big room.
“I’d like to go to Iceland,” she says, “or to Norway. Maybe one of those people will like me so much that they’ll take me with them. Most of them are boring old men, though. I don’t care. I just want to get away from here.”
“Why? Don’t you like it here?”
“Why, do you?” the girl looks Angela in the eyes as if she’s trying to figure out if maybe an old woman is better than an old man. “I can tell you don’t”, she goes on, “you’re from New York, aren’t you?”
Angela nods curtly.
“You’re Angela Petrelli,” the girl continues, unaffected by the silent reply.
“Yes,” Angela almost snaps, “and who, if I may ask, are you?”
“Oh,” the girl laughs, “are you surprised that I know your name? I’m Audrey Horne. My father owns this hotel.”
Angela scrutinizes her and sees only a bored rich girl who has nothing better to do than to flutter her eyelashes and talk to strangers, and she doesn’t seem to care much about what she says or what they sound like, the words that come out of her mouth.
They have nothing in common, except that Angela is already bored, too. So she accepts the invitation to go with Audrey and eat a piece of cherry pie - apparently something very special - at the town’s diner.
At The RR Diner, she finds that the cherry pie is very good, just like her self-appointed hostess promised. The coffee is not bad either, and she buys Audrey an ice-cream.
Audrey introduces her to some young people she knows. Audrey doesn’t seem like she likes them very much, and by her way of putting her hand a little too possessively on Angela’s arm, Angela understands that the girl is trying to show off by being in the company of ‘Mrs. Petrelli.’ And sure, it flatters her a little bit, but at the same time she wonder what has made Audrey become such an attention-seeker.
Then she gets something else to think about when a woman in glasses and a piece of wood clutched to her chest silently sneaks up to her and says:
“I believe my log and you have something in common.”
“I beg your pardon?” Angela stares at the woman who looks back calmly as if she had asked what time it was.
“My log says that you can see things, too.”
The woman caresses the log as if it were an animal or a baby. Audrey cuts in:
“That’s just Margaret and her log. Ignore her; she’ll go away when she’s done talking. Hi Margaret, how are you doing?”
The tone of Audrey’s voice, and that right in front of the woman in question, suggests that Angela has just met the village idiot. The woman’s next words make her think again.
“You’re doing the right thing, you know. Not all people who have a gift are wise enough to use it. But your dreams will always guide you.”
“Oh.” Angela nods and tries to remember if the Company ever has had any agents out in Twin Peaks. “I see. Do you… have a gift?”
The eyes behind the thick glasses are very serious.
“Most people don’t know how to listen to what my log says, but I do. That’s all.”
One last stern look, and the lady and her log walk away. The woman seems harmless enough, but Angela can feel that there is something behind her words. She knows that very little is ‘impossible’, but she believes talking logs must be classified among the impossible things. So it must be the woman herself who somehow recognized Angela and her ability, but is she even aware of that, or does she really think that the log is talking to her? Angela makes a mental note to remember to have somebody look into the matter later.
***
The dusk is falling as they walk back to the hotel. Audrey Horne walks slowly, her hips swaying, as if she wants the walk to last as long as possible. She asks Angela all kinds of question about New York, and then about Arthur, too. What he does, how old he is, where he comes from, that sort of things.
“He’s very handsome,” she adds, casting a sideway glance upon Angela, without blushing.
“He is,” Angela agrees. “I didn’t know you’ve met him.”
“Oh, I saw all of you when you checked in. Your friend is good looking, too. And so are you, Mrs. Petrelli.”
Angela thinks that a girl like Audrey should be more careful; one day she might bite off more than she can chew if she keeps talking like that to strangers. But at the same time, Angela finds the way she smiles quite charming after all, and she tells herself she can’t see the harm in indulging her.
“And you, Miss Horne, are very pretty.”
The girl tries to make her smile look modest. Angela thinks that not long ago, she would probably have giggled loudly and said ‘thank you’ with a deep blush, but no, Audrey Horne wants to appear grown up and a little blasé.
And then she says, “I won’t run away if you kiss me.”
Her eyes are challenging, deep, fiery. She’s smart, somewhere behind that flirtatious smile; she knows that Angela is not shocked.
“Maybe you should run away and scream,” Angela replies, “if someone my age tries to kiss you.”
“Oh, please!” Audrey is annoyed, pouting. “I didn’t expect you to be like that, Mrs. Petrelli. I don’t believe in ageism. And I’m eighteen.”
“And my eldest son,” Angela says as they approach the hotel entrance, “is twenty-two.”
That’s not necessarily an argument, but she says it as if it was, and Audrey looks like she accepts it. In the hotel lobby, they part ways, and Audrey’s steps are light and cheerful.
“But you want to,” she says over her shoulder, “I know you do.”
She even winks before she walks away, and Angela shakes her head and smiles.
Later, at dinner, she tells the others about her day.
“So here we are working all day, and my wife goes on a date with a hot young girl - isn’t that unfair, Linderman?”
Arthur only pretends to mind, and his friend knows it.
“Very unfair. Maybe you can teach poor old Arthur some good pick-up lines, eh, Angela?”
He raises his glass. They all drink and laugh together. The day turned out not to be so bad after all.
But after the day comes the night, and with the night comes a dream.
If she hadn’t been with Audrey at The RR Diner, she wouldn’t have met the girl, the blonde, pretty girl with something unsettling in the bottom of her eyes, and she wouldn’t have known what to think of the dream. She might not even have dreamt at all. But there is the dream now, and it is confusing and violent, she doesn’t understand all the details but one thing is clear to her when she wakes up: It is too late for her to do anything.
Laura Palmer is dead in the morning.
***
The death of Laura Palmer must upset the whole town, naturally, even the life that goes on at The Great Northern. Arthur and Daniel are annoyed when Benjamin Horne gets other things to think about.
The Norwegians even leave the hotel under chaotic forms. Audrey later confesses to Angela that she might have had something to do with that, and it appear to amuse her.
The way Audrey talks about her father makes Angela understand her better than she thinks. She and the boys would have a lot to talk about, she admits silently to herself, about the shortcomings of parents.
But she doesn’t see much of Audrey during the time that follows and she thinks more about other things. The dream and how it doesn’t make sense except that a girl is dead. She can’t do anything about it, she knows that the police will feel that they have other things to do than to listen to a woman’s nightmares.
Angela doesn’t know anybody in Twin Peaks. Nobody would listen to her, except maybe the log lady, which wouldn’t change much, judging by the way nobody in the diner seemed to care about her.
But then there is a man she knows. He is eating his breakfast and she joins him at his table even if they have never spoken before and she doesn’t know his name. But she saw in her dream that he is a man who takes dreams seriously.
She learns that he is Agent Cooper and he loves the coffee in Twin Peaks. He looks nice and friendly and Angela realizes that she really has nothing to lose.
“I have had a dream,” she says, “and you were in it, Agent Cooper.”
His hand that holds the coffee cup pauses halfway between the table and his mouth.
“Go on,” he says, “I’m listening.”
Angela tells him what she can, which isn’t much. The girl knew that she was going to die, she was killed by someone who was close to her in some way or another. Cooper is going to receive advice from men of various shapes and sizes.
“I’m afraid my dreams are often confusing and they don’t always makes sense,” she says, telling him about a man who appears to be a giant.
“I understand,” Agent Cooper says, “such is the nature of dreams. But I find that in the end, there is always a lot of truth in them, don’t you agree? I have learned not to disdain the power of dreams and visions, and I’m not ashamed to say it.”
Angela nods, wondering if the man is somebody the Company should know about, if he has an ability similar to hers, or if he’s just very susceptible? These are not questions that can be settled over coffee, and soon enough, Cooper has to leave.
“Thank you,” he says, “I appreciate your help. Tell me if you find out anything more.”
Both Angela and Audrey watch him leave; Audrey with something longingly in her eyes. Angela knows that he meant what he said.
“A remarkable person,” she mumbles, and Audrey nods.
***
Angela knows that some people with precognitive abilities try to help the police, with varying results. She has never done that, the Company has other priorities, but now she wants to make an exception.
Arthur disagrees. It is time for them to go home.
“The girl is already dead,” he says, “I don’t know why this gets to you so much. There’s nothing we can do.”
“But I can help them find out who did it. If I dream…”
“No,” Arthur says, “you don’t know these people; you don’t have any connection to them. If we go home now, this will fade away and you’re not going to dream about it anymore. It’s just a murder in a small town. Let the FBI take care of it, they’re working on it already.”
“I know,” she says, “I think it’s possible that agent Cooper has an ability.”
“So let’s send an agent to investigate the agent. We don’t have to deal with it right now.”
True; they don’t. And that’s not the reason why she wants to stay. She just has a feeling that this is not ‘just’ a murder.
Angela sighs. Arthur who was the one who wanted the trip in the first place seems to be tired of Twin Peaks already. He even says that he can’t wait to spend some time with the boys while Nathan is still at home.
It’s a cheap trick, but it works.
When they leave, she sends a thought to Agent Cooper who will have to find his own way through the confusing labyrinth of dreams, to Margaret with her talking log, and to the poor family who has lost their daughter. She prays that such a horror will never happen to her.
The taxi is waiting for them in front of the entrance of The Great Northern. Is it the same one that brought them there? She doesn’t know. Before she opens the door she turns around and looks at the hotel. She can see the silhouette of a person in a window on the third floor.
Angela isn’t sure but she thinks it’s Audrey Horne who is standing there, watching guests leave for places she can only dream about so far.
Angela raises her hand and waves, and then she leaves Twin Peaks.
Fandom:Heroes/Twin Peaks
Rating/Genre: g/gen
Characters: Angela Petrelli, Audrey Horne, Arthur Petrelli, Agent Cooper, the Log Lady, Daniel Linderman (hinted possible Audrey/Angela attraction)
Summary: Arthur and Linderman have business to discuss with Benjamin Horne, and Angela comes with them for a few days of vacation in Twin Peaks. There she meets a bored teenager, and people who might or might not have abilities similar to her own. And yes, she dreams about Laura Palmer, too.
Word count: 2 690
Spoilers/Warnings: No, but I guess some general knowledge about Twin Peaks helps.
Notes: For the Crossover Challenge at heroes_faves.
“Oh Arthur,” Angela sighs as the taxi drives back to the airport, “tell me again why we are here?”
Her husband takes her bag in one hand and his own in the other and grins widely at her:
“Because Linderman and I have business to discuss with Benjamin Horne, and because you need a vacation. It’s only for a couple of days, Angie.”
Yes, only for a couple of days, and yes, she needed a vacation. But when Arthur first suggested the little trip, he made it sound like a romantic weekend for two in a mountain cottage, not a business meeting in an oversized cottage that was, in fact, a hotel.
“Come on, Angela.” Daniel gives her his arm as if he fears she will start running after the taxi. “You will like The Great Northern, it’s a good place, I promise you.”
Angela wishes she had brought Peter with her after all. It’s good for boys to be out in the nature and he could have kept her company. But no, Peter had wanted to stay home and be with Nathan. It was just like Arthur, so typical, to go away on one of the rare occasions when Nathan took a short break in his studies to come home to his family.
“Come,” Arthur says, “let’s check in now and get things started.”
***
Angela doesn’t like The Great Northern. She looks at the wooden walls and hates the color, she wants to cry for an interior designer to come and save her, but she supposes that the style is appropriate for the location. Most guests who come there want to feel like they’re in the last outpost of civilisation, face to face with wilderness. And sure; in a moment of weakness she had agreed to spend a couple days in the wild and untamed nature, and she had expected a log cabin, but now she wishes that she had stayed at home with the boys.
Arthur and Daniel leave her too soon and she is left to explore the place on her own. Everywhere are voices, most of them appearing to be Scandinavian.
“Great,” she murmurs to herself, standing in front of a log fire, “surrounded by deal furniture, stuffed animals and Swedes…”
“No,” says a voice, “they are Norwegians.”
Angela thought she was alone in the sitting room and she turns around swiftly to locate the voice. A shape emerges from the shadows in a corner; a young woman who had been sitting motionless in a big arm chair, as if she were one of the stuffed animals.
A short skirt is wowing around swaying hips as the woman, or girl, really, moves closer to Angela. Her eyes are bright and curious as if she’s expecting something exciting to happen any minute. She’s fixating Angela with her eyes and Angela gets a feeling that something is expected from her.
“Oh, Norwegians,” she says, suppressing an urge to roll her eyes. “Yes, quite different…”
“Yes”, says Audrey, “that’s what I’ve been told. They have lots of volcanoes in Norway. Fire and ice, and those fountain-like steaming things…”
“Geysers,” Angela fills in, and the girl nods and grins widely, as if the wonders of nature are her greatest passion.
“No,” Angela adds, “they have geysers and volcanoes in Iceland, not in Norway. You should be in school, shouldn’t you? In Geography class, perhaps?”
The girl ignores her comment, twinning a lock of hair between her fingers as she looks dreamily on something it appears only she can see in the back of the big room.
“I’d like to go to Iceland,” she says, “or to Norway. Maybe one of those people will like me so much that they’ll take me with them. Most of them are boring old men, though. I don’t care. I just want to get away from here.”
“Why? Don’t you like it here?”
“Why, do you?” the girl looks Angela in the eyes as if she’s trying to figure out if maybe an old woman is better than an old man. “I can tell you don’t”, she goes on, “you’re from New York, aren’t you?”
Angela nods curtly.
“You’re Angela Petrelli,” the girl continues, unaffected by the silent reply.
“Yes,” Angela almost snaps, “and who, if I may ask, are you?”
“Oh,” the girl laughs, “are you surprised that I know your name? I’m Audrey Horne. My father owns this hotel.”
Angela scrutinizes her and sees only a bored rich girl who has nothing better to do than to flutter her eyelashes and talk to strangers, and she doesn’t seem to care much about what she says or what they sound like, the words that come out of her mouth.
They have nothing in common, except that Angela is already bored, too. So she accepts the invitation to go with Audrey and eat a piece of cherry pie - apparently something very special - at the town’s diner.
At The RR Diner, she finds that the cherry pie is very good, just like her self-appointed hostess promised. The coffee is not bad either, and she buys Audrey an ice-cream.
Audrey introduces her to some young people she knows. Audrey doesn’t seem like she likes them very much, and by her way of putting her hand a little too possessively on Angela’s arm, Angela understands that the girl is trying to show off by being in the company of ‘Mrs. Petrelli.’ And sure, it flatters her a little bit, but at the same time she wonder what has made Audrey become such an attention-seeker.
Then she gets something else to think about when a woman in glasses and a piece of wood clutched to her chest silently sneaks up to her and says:
“I believe my log and you have something in common.”
“I beg your pardon?” Angela stares at the woman who looks back calmly as if she had asked what time it was.
“My log says that you can see things, too.”
The woman caresses the log as if it were an animal or a baby. Audrey cuts in:
“That’s just Margaret and her log. Ignore her; she’ll go away when she’s done talking. Hi Margaret, how are you doing?”
The tone of Audrey’s voice, and that right in front of the woman in question, suggests that Angela has just met the village idiot. The woman’s next words make her think again.
“You’re doing the right thing, you know. Not all people who have a gift are wise enough to use it. But your dreams will always guide you.”
“Oh.” Angela nods and tries to remember if the Company ever has had any agents out in Twin Peaks. “I see. Do you… have a gift?”
The eyes behind the thick glasses are very serious.
“Most people don’t know how to listen to what my log says, but I do. That’s all.”
One last stern look, and the lady and her log walk away. The woman seems harmless enough, but Angela can feel that there is something behind her words. She knows that very little is ‘impossible’, but she believes talking logs must be classified among the impossible things. So it must be the woman herself who somehow recognized Angela and her ability, but is she even aware of that, or does she really think that the log is talking to her? Angela makes a mental note to remember to have somebody look into the matter later.
***
The dusk is falling as they walk back to the hotel. Audrey Horne walks slowly, her hips swaying, as if she wants the walk to last as long as possible. She asks Angela all kinds of question about New York, and then about Arthur, too. What he does, how old he is, where he comes from, that sort of things.
“He’s very handsome,” she adds, casting a sideway glance upon Angela, without blushing.
“He is,” Angela agrees. “I didn’t know you’ve met him.”
“Oh, I saw all of you when you checked in. Your friend is good looking, too. And so are you, Mrs. Petrelli.”
Angela thinks that a girl like Audrey should be more careful; one day she might bite off more than she can chew if she keeps talking like that to strangers. But at the same time, Angela finds the way she smiles quite charming after all, and she tells herself she can’t see the harm in indulging her.
“And you, Miss Horne, are very pretty.”
The girl tries to make her smile look modest. Angela thinks that not long ago, she would probably have giggled loudly and said ‘thank you’ with a deep blush, but no, Audrey Horne wants to appear grown up and a little blasé.
And then she says, “I won’t run away if you kiss me.”
Her eyes are challenging, deep, fiery. She’s smart, somewhere behind that flirtatious smile; she knows that Angela is not shocked.
“Maybe you should run away and scream,” Angela replies, “if someone my age tries to kiss you.”
“Oh, please!” Audrey is annoyed, pouting. “I didn’t expect you to be like that, Mrs. Petrelli. I don’t believe in ageism. And I’m eighteen.”
“And my eldest son,” Angela says as they approach the hotel entrance, “is twenty-two.”
That’s not necessarily an argument, but she says it as if it was, and Audrey looks like she accepts it. In the hotel lobby, they part ways, and Audrey’s steps are light and cheerful.
“But you want to,” she says over her shoulder, “I know you do.”
She even winks before she walks away, and Angela shakes her head and smiles.
Later, at dinner, she tells the others about her day.
“So here we are working all day, and my wife goes on a date with a hot young girl - isn’t that unfair, Linderman?”
Arthur only pretends to mind, and his friend knows it.
“Very unfair. Maybe you can teach poor old Arthur some good pick-up lines, eh, Angela?”
He raises his glass. They all drink and laugh together. The day turned out not to be so bad after all.
But after the day comes the night, and with the night comes a dream.
If she hadn’t been with Audrey at The RR Diner, she wouldn’t have met the girl, the blonde, pretty girl with something unsettling in the bottom of her eyes, and she wouldn’t have known what to think of the dream. She might not even have dreamt at all. But there is the dream now, and it is confusing and violent, she doesn’t understand all the details but one thing is clear to her when she wakes up: It is too late for her to do anything.
Laura Palmer is dead in the morning.
***
The death of Laura Palmer must upset the whole town, naturally, even the life that goes on at The Great Northern. Arthur and Daniel are annoyed when Benjamin Horne gets other things to think about.
The Norwegians even leave the hotel under chaotic forms. Audrey later confesses to Angela that she might have had something to do with that, and it appear to amuse her.
The way Audrey talks about her father makes Angela understand her better than she thinks. She and the boys would have a lot to talk about, she admits silently to herself, about the shortcomings of parents.
But she doesn’t see much of Audrey during the time that follows and she thinks more about other things. The dream and how it doesn’t make sense except that a girl is dead. She can’t do anything about it, she knows that the police will feel that they have other things to do than to listen to a woman’s nightmares.
Angela doesn’t know anybody in Twin Peaks. Nobody would listen to her, except maybe the log lady, which wouldn’t change much, judging by the way nobody in the diner seemed to care about her.
But then there is a man she knows. He is eating his breakfast and she joins him at his table even if they have never spoken before and she doesn’t know his name. But she saw in her dream that he is a man who takes dreams seriously.
She learns that he is Agent Cooper and he loves the coffee in Twin Peaks. He looks nice and friendly and Angela realizes that she really has nothing to lose.
“I have had a dream,” she says, “and you were in it, Agent Cooper.”
His hand that holds the coffee cup pauses halfway between the table and his mouth.
“Go on,” he says, “I’m listening.”
Angela tells him what she can, which isn’t much. The girl knew that she was going to die, she was killed by someone who was close to her in some way or another. Cooper is going to receive advice from men of various shapes and sizes.
“I’m afraid my dreams are often confusing and they don’t always makes sense,” she says, telling him about a man who appears to be a giant.
“I understand,” Agent Cooper says, “such is the nature of dreams. But I find that in the end, there is always a lot of truth in them, don’t you agree? I have learned not to disdain the power of dreams and visions, and I’m not ashamed to say it.”
Angela nods, wondering if the man is somebody the Company should know about, if he has an ability similar to hers, or if he’s just very susceptible? These are not questions that can be settled over coffee, and soon enough, Cooper has to leave.
“Thank you,” he says, “I appreciate your help. Tell me if you find out anything more.”
Both Angela and Audrey watch him leave; Audrey with something longingly in her eyes. Angela knows that he meant what he said.
“A remarkable person,” she mumbles, and Audrey nods.
***
Angela knows that some people with precognitive abilities try to help the police, with varying results. She has never done that, the Company has other priorities, but now she wants to make an exception.
Arthur disagrees. It is time for them to go home.
“The girl is already dead,” he says, “I don’t know why this gets to you so much. There’s nothing we can do.”
“But I can help them find out who did it. If I dream…”
“No,” Arthur says, “you don’t know these people; you don’t have any connection to them. If we go home now, this will fade away and you’re not going to dream about it anymore. It’s just a murder in a small town. Let the FBI take care of it, they’re working on it already.”
“I know,” she says, “I think it’s possible that agent Cooper has an ability.”
“So let’s send an agent to investigate the agent. We don’t have to deal with it right now.”
True; they don’t. And that’s not the reason why she wants to stay. She just has a feeling that this is not ‘just’ a murder.
Angela sighs. Arthur who was the one who wanted the trip in the first place seems to be tired of Twin Peaks already. He even says that he can’t wait to spend some time with the boys while Nathan is still at home.
It’s a cheap trick, but it works.
When they leave, she sends a thought to Agent Cooper who will have to find his own way through the confusing labyrinth of dreams, to Margaret with her talking log, and to the poor family who has lost their daughter. She prays that such a horror will never happen to her.
The taxi is waiting for them in front of the entrance of The Great Northern. Is it the same one that brought them there? She doesn’t know. Before she opens the door she turns around and looks at the hotel. She can see the silhouette of a person in a window on the third floor.
Angela isn’t sure but she thinks it’s Audrey Horne who is standing there, watching guests leave for places she can only dream about so far.
Angela raises her hand and waves, and then she leaves Twin Peaks.