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Martha had been following the tragedy of Oceanic Flight 815 since its mysterious disappearance, and along with several of her colleagues in the Senate, had attempted to investigate. Of course, they had no idea what they were dealing with.
Now with the return of the Oceanic 6, things seemed to make even less sense than before. As much as she wanted to, she had been advised not to delve deeper into the situation. Mostly she was just glad to hear that Sawyer was all right. She had been surprised to get his call - she was always surprised by him, despite all evidence insisting that she shouldn't be - but it had been welcome nonetheless. After a long week of Senate committee hearings, she was more than receptive to the idea of a relaxing night with a friend. Or whatever he was exactly to her, she was never sure.
Having given him the address of her apartment in Dupont Circle, she finds herself reverting into farmwife mode, spending more time cleaning that she has since taking up her position in the Hill. Then again, she assumes that anything must be better than the island.
That done, all she has left to do is wait.
Now with the return of the Oceanic 6, things seemed to make even less sense than before. As much as she wanted to, she had been advised not to delve deeper into the situation. Mostly she was just glad to hear that Sawyer was all right. She had been surprised to get his call - she was always surprised by him, despite all evidence insisting that she shouldn't be - but it had been welcome nonetheless. After a long week of Senate committee hearings, she was more than receptive to the idea of a relaxing night with a friend. Or whatever he was exactly to her, she was never sure.
Having given him the address of her apartment in Dupont Circle, she finds herself reverting into farmwife mode, spending more time cleaning that she has since taking up her position in the Hill. Then again, she assumes that anything must be better than the island.
That done, all she has left to do is wait.