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Who: Lance, Yellow
What: Confrontation
When: Backdate to 15 July
Where: Hyperion
Lance rested his head on his arm, letting out a deep, slightly shaken breath into the fabric of the armchair. His hands were still shaking slightly with adrenaline and the tightness in his chest hadn't eased completely, but he was better than he had been after Yellow had called. He couldn't remember ever having a reaction like that before.
But no one had ever hit so close to home before either.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself upright, running a trembling hand through his mussy hair. He didn't feel up to standing just yet, though, and slumped back against the chair, resting his forehead on the heels of his palms. He was alone in his room; Hooshah had been on the roof and he hadn't given Draca the chance to come with him. She may have tried to get through the locked door, but he hadn't noticed.
What now?
He wasn't sure. In coming to an entirely different world, the last thing he'd imagined would happen was to meet someone from a dimension in which he'd fallen. It frightened him, one of the few things he'd admit--even if just to himself--that he was frightened by. Because he knew how easily it could have been him.
For a long while he just sat there, on the floor of his silent hotel room.
What: Confrontation
When: Backdate to 15 July
Where: Hyperion
Lance rested his head on his arm, letting out a deep, slightly shaken breath into the fabric of the armchair. His hands were still shaking slightly with adrenaline and the tightness in his chest hadn't eased completely, but he was better than he had been after Yellow had called. He couldn't remember ever having a reaction like that before.
But no one had ever hit so close to home before either.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself upright, running a trembling hand through his mussy hair. He didn't feel up to standing just yet, though, and slumped back against the chair, resting his forehead on the heels of his palms. He was alone in his room; Hooshah had been on the roof and he hadn't given Draca the chance to come with him. She may have tried to get through the locked door, but he hadn't noticed.
What now?
He wasn't sure. In coming to an entirely different world, the last thing he'd imagined would happen was to meet someone from a dimension in which he'd fallen. It frightened him, one of the few things he'd admit--even if just to himself--that he was frightened by. Because he knew how easily it could have been him.
For a long while he just sat there, on the floor of his silent hotel room.