OOM: Tumult
If you're dressed for Southern California in the spring, evening in Scotland (even in summer) is cold.
("Commodore Lyon, where is my boyfriend?")
("Wrong place, wrong time. It's rotten luck, but it's not your fault.")
Really, very cold.
("... Mr Kennedy and I were both killed when some Spanish prisoners we were carrying broke free and tried overtaking the ship, Miss Hannah.")
Hannah is, at this moment, not bothered by the cold.
("Captain Sparrow and Mister Wellard have been taken to the Locker, and it is as near to a hell as you would care to consider.")
("All those poor dictionaries, giving up their lives to Davy Jones for a linguistical rebellion.")
Being out by the lake rather beats her other two options, back in the bar, or back in class.
("... I didn't expect that, after I died.")
Not by much, granted, but by enough, away from the cold, practical, pedantic logic of either the Commodore or her pre-cal teacher.
("Some of this... you could have asked me about.")
("...do you know what would happen if you tried to walk out the door?")
It's a nice night, calm and clear.
("Its just... what happened, is all. And the past cannot really be changed, so.")
("Maybe it’s wrong to forget, and take things like this for granted.")
Another time, other circumstances, it would probably be a candidate for a wonderful night.
(“So, can life, the universe, and everything wait, or should I come back another time?")
("There may be something said about waiting for the opportune moment.")
She knows wonderful when she sees it, after all.
("Do you know every time you kiss me I get butterflies in my stomach?")
("Knew you'd be a good match for the lad.")
This night, really, really isn't.
("I think we know each other well enough, Hannah, to know when things are, and are not, fine.")
What this night is, mostly, is cold.
("I just feel, I don't know, safer or something when you're here.")
("Jeff is rather smart for a toy dinosaur. He will learn to make his way in the world, through wit and craft and his own skill, and end up doing rather well for himself.")
Cold, Hannah thinks, is actually quite welcome.
("Wellard is the one who did not think things out well enough not to die.")
Because if it gets cold enough, and she holds still enough, then maybe, just maybe, she'll be numb enough to stop thinking.
("I won't be leaving you.")
Not that it is working so far, even a little bit.
("I don't want to see you get hurt. And I think you're going to.")
But that doesn't mean it won't eventually, now, does it?
("I've no idea on how to make it better-")