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Grey is fast asleep in a Sanctuary side room, thoroughly wiped out by the previous days excitement. A five year old can only handle so much after all. The strange feeling that there's someone else in the room with him is what finally drags him up from his slumber.
He stirs, opening his eyes slowly and blinking. What he sees leaves him bewildered for a moment. His mother is standing by the door. She's just the way he remembers her, reddish-auburnish hair that's wavy, bordering on curly, and just meets her shoulders. Hazel eyes. The difference is... she's transparent. He bolts upright in bed, wide eyed. "Mommy?" He asks unsurely. She smiles at him.
"It's alright, Alastor." She reassures him. She's from his timeline but much further up it. How awkward... Her son jumps out of the bed and runs towards her, but pauses when he gets close. He reaches out and tries to touch her, only to find his hand goes through her. He jerks back with a yell.
"Ghosts aren't real!" His eyes go even wider. "Mommy, did you die?" Very awkward.
"Shh, shh, it's okay." Gibrielle has to resist the urge to kneel down and comfort him. She can't touch him. It's frustrating. She has to think fast now... how do you explain this to a five year old? Aha... "I'm a hologram." She smiles. Her son's mouth gapes a little. Then he grins.
"Did daddy make it?" He looks at her with wideyed innocence. Gibrielle's expression darkens, a mix of hurt, betrayal, and anger crossing her face. She smiles bitterly. "Yes... daddy made it."
He stirs, opening his eyes slowly and blinking. What he sees leaves him bewildered for a moment. His mother is standing by the door. She's just the way he remembers her, reddish-auburnish hair that's wavy, bordering on curly, and just meets her shoulders. Hazel eyes. The difference is... she's transparent. He bolts upright in bed, wide eyed. "Mommy?" He asks unsurely. She smiles at him.
"It's alright, Alastor." She reassures him. She's from his timeline but much further up it. How awkward... Her son jumps out of the bed and runs towards her, but pauses when he gets close. He reaches out and tries to touch her, only to find his hand goes through her. He jerks back with a yell.
"Ghosts aren't real!" His eyes go even wider. "Mommy, did you die?" Very awkward.
"Shh, shh, it's okay." Gibrielle has to resist the urge to kneel down and comfort him. She can't touch him. It's frustrating. She has to think fast now... how do you explain this to a five year old? Aha... "I'm a hologram." She smiles. Her son's mouth gapes a little. Then he grins.
"Did daddy make it?" He looks at her with wideyed innocence. Gibrielle's expression darkens, a mix of hurt, betrayal, and anger crossing her face. She smiles bitterly. "Yes... daddy made it."