the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now [forward-dated, closed to Kate]
Richard Castle trudged, exhausted, along with the rest of the group back to a place that they referred to as "the barracks". He was too tired to even question what exactly a "barracks" would entail. Knowledge of the definition of the word alone was enough for him to assume that it was a stark place.
Castle's tie hung limp around his neck and his shirt was ripped from days of walking through the close brush of the woods. His face was bruised. He'd never felt so defeated in his life. Not only was he now stuck in some twilight zone where there were legitimate monsters, it had prevented him from hearing from Kate in what seemed like weeks. Castle had no idea if she was alive or dead. Worst of all, he felt like he had brought all of this upon her. She never would have been shot if he hadn't pushed her to learn more about her mother's murder. He was the one who brought all this upon her.
He couldn't bear to look at the teenage girls in the group because every one of them reminded him of Alexis, even without her firey red hair. She must have been beside herself with Beckett shot and her father disappearing into thin air both on the same day. Castle had done the one thing he swore he'd never do - abandon her.
As he walked through the gate of the barracks, he gazed around with a sigh of frustration. Based on the descriptions from the others, he wasn't expecting the Waldorf Astoria, but he wasn't expecting shacks either. The very last thing he wanted to do after all of this was go camping. He prayed that there was at least running water inside.
[Forward-dated to after the group gets out of that mess that they're in right now.]
Castle's tie hung limp around his neck and his shirt was ripped from days of walking through the close brush of the woods. His face was bruised. He'd never felt so defeated in his life. Not only was he now stuck in some twilight zone where there were legitimate monsters, it had prevented him from hearing from Kate in what seemed like weeks. Castle had no idea if she was alive or dead. Worst of all, he felt like he had brought all of this upon her. She never would have been shot if he hadn't pushed her to learn more about her mother's murder. He was the one who brought all this upon her.
He couldn't bear to look at the teenage girls in the group because every one of them reminded him of Alexis, even without her firey red hair. She must have been beside herself with Beckett shot and her father disappearing into thin air both on the same day. Castle had done the one thing he swore he'd never do - abandon her.
As he walked through the gate of the barracks, he gazed around with a sigh of frustration. Based on the descriptions from the others, he wasn't expecting the Waldorf Astoria, but he wasn't expecting shacks either. The very last thing he wanted to do after all of this was go camping. He prayed that there was at least running water inside.
[Forward-dated to after the group gets out of that mess that they're in right now.]