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[losemyheart]

Florence blinks and looks around, wide-eyed. The last thing she remembers is watching Anatoly leave for good, feeling her heart ache more with every step he took.

And her father. Was he even alive?

Now she's in an unfamiliar place and doesn't see anyone she knows. What a perfect end to a perfect day.

"Hello?"

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[findonesong]

"Hey," Roger waved at her from his perch against the railing.

[losemyheart]

Well, he looked oddly familiar. Sorry Roger, but you're being eyed distrustingly. She responds cautiously "Hello..."

[findonesong]

"Welcome to the boat," Roger said. "No, no one knows where we are or what we're doing here or where we're going."

[losemyheart]

"How about how we got here?"

[findonesong]

"No clue here, either."

[losemyheart]

"Who are you?"

[findonesong]

"I'm Roger."

[losemyheart]

".. Roger who?" Yes, she's expecting a relation to Freddie.

[findonesong]

"Davis," he blinked.

[losemyheart]

"Any relation at all to the Trumpers?"

[findonesong]

"Not that I know of," Roger said, confused. Then it dawned on him. "Oh. You must know Freddie, then."

[losemyheart]

There's a wry smile. "Unfortunately. You too?"

[findonesong]

"We ran into each other a couple of times," Roger said, rolling his eyes. "He thinks he's some kind of rockstar, doesn't he?"

[losemyheart]

Oh, Roger. That eyeroll just made you some major points. "Something like that." She offers a hand. "I'm Florence Vassey."

[findonesong]

"Nice to meet you," Roger said, shaking her hand. "I'm not an asshole like he is, I promise."

[losemyheart]

She smiles a little. "Well, that has yet to be determined. But so far you're doing rather well."