Finale: Found
When Ann hears screams out on the street, she bolts for the door. Nobody stops her -- in fact, a few of them follow behind her, more slowly.
It doesn't matter that she'll lose her job at the De Luxe. What matters is that Kong has gotten loose -- and Ann knows that, deep in her heart, though she can't explain how -- and that they'll try to hurt him, and he'll kill them, but she can stop it.
So she pauses long enough to figure out from which direction the crashes are loudest, and then runs.
It's December; after a few blocks she realizes that she can see her breath in the air. Not to mention all this running makes her back hurt where it never seemed to quite heal after Skull Island. She slows to a fast walk, still headed for the sound of squealing brakes and crashing masonry.
And then there he is.
"Oh--"
He pauses, and turns, and stops when he sees her.
They take a few steps toward each other -- beauty and the beast -- until Ann can reach out and touch his fur, harsh as she remembers it.
One big hand reaches out and cups gently around her. It's the most natural thing in the world to wrap a balancing arm around his thumb and let him lift her.
As Kong knuckles away from the scene, Ann finds herself smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, for the first time in months. She never really registers the cab with the smashed front end that they leave behind.
It doesn't matter that she'll lose her job at the De Luxe. What matters is that Kong has gotten loose -- and Ann knows that, deep in her heart, though she can't explain how -- and that they'll try to hurt him, and he'll kill them, but she can stop it.
So she pauses long enough to figure out from which direction the crashes are loudest, and then runs.
It's December; after a few blocks she realizes that she can see her breath in the air. Not to mention all this running makes her back hurt where it never seemed to quite heal after Skull Island. She slows to a fast walk, still headed for the sound of squealing brakes and crashing masonry.
And then there he is.
"Oh--"
He pauses, and turns, and stops when he sees her.
They take a few steps toward each other -- beauty and the beast -- until Ann can reach out and touch his fur, harsh as she remembers it.
One big hand reaches out and cups gently around her. It's the most natural thing in the world to wrap a balancing arm around his thumb and let him lift her.
As Kong knuckles away from the scene, Ann finds herself smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, for the first time in months. She never really registers the cab with the smashed front end that they leave behind.