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Toast isn't in the hotel. Toast isn't even remotely close to the hotel. He's sitting outside, on a sidewalk and watching people move passed him. At one point he thought he had somewhere in mind, a place to walk to, somewhere to hide maybe, but that moment's long gone and now he just sits and hopes that maybe something will come to him.
His head is tilted downwards but don't pay any mind to that, he'll talk to anyone who's willing to distract him a little.
Toby hasn't been around for a while but he's back, sitting in the cafeteria with a cup of warm tea and a sandwich.. He doesn't look quite himself, the smiles aren't coming as easily to his face but don't let that fool you, he is happy to be to be back.
There's a picture in his hands, of himself and three other people; a woman, a man and a young boy. Taking a breath, he closes his eyes and holds the picture close, he misses them desperately, his family but is more than grateful that they weren't here, especially these last few weeks.
And finally there's Lucy who's curled up on a couch in the common room and not moving. She looks absolutely ill, like she hasn't slept for several days and eating? Not one of her main priorities.
Both were true.
Today was the first day she'd managed to venture out of her rooms and she found that this was about as far as she could go. Things had been bad before, very bad, but now? She can't differentiate anything anymore.
Or maybe she could if she tried harder but right now she isn't trying at all, she's just grown too tired of failing.
His head is tilted downwards but don't pay any mind to that, he'll talk to anyone who's willing to distract him a little.
Toby hasn't been around for a while but he's back, sitting in the cafeteria with a cup of warm tea and a sandwich.. He doesn't look quite himself, the smiles aren't coming as easily to his face but don't let that fool you, he is happy to be to be back.
There's a picture in his hands, of himself and three other people; a woman, a man and a young boy. Taking a breath, he closes his eyes and holds the picture close, he misses them desperately, his family but is more than grateful that they weren't here, especially these last few weeks.
And finally there's Lucy who's curled up on a couch in the common room and not moving. She looks absolutely ill, like she hasn't slept for several days and eating? Not one of her main priorities.
Both were true.
Today was the first day she'd managed to venture out of her rooms and she found that this was about as far as she could go. Things had been bad before, very bad, but now? She can't differentiate anything anymore.
Or maybe she could if she tried harder but right now she isn't trying at all, she's just grown too tired of failing.