and if my name is on that list I guess I'll see you soon [Mohinder]
Elizabeth's initial decision to stay in the studio until such time as John died a horrible, hallucinatory death has been dismissed as impractical, among other things. He's...making it harder and harder to ignore him, now that they know (she knows, she reminds herself forcefully) other people can see him, too.
She tidies herself up, gets dressed, and packs up a tupperware container of those cupcakes (the ones made with Claire's assistance actually turned out okay, which she suspects says more about Claire than her) to take to Dante's. She's...more or less planning on plying Wanda with baked goods and begging her to undo whatever actually happened.
As she gets closer to her goal, though, her willingness to actually go and discuss this or...or have to deal with the fact that someone in Hell is actually capable of making her hallucinations visible to everyone--
Well, she sits down on the porch of the general store and grimaces. There are a few hours before dark. She'll...she'll just sit here for a bit, and then she'll take a little walk, and then she'll go home. That is a much better idea.
John plonks himself down next to her, his hand on her back. Whatever he's saying isn't audible to passersby.
She tidies herself up, gets dressed, and packs up a tupperware container of those cupcakes (the ones made with Claire's assistance actually turned out okay, which she suspects says more about Claire than her) to take to Dante's. She's...more or less planning on plying Wanda with baked goods and begging her to undo whatever actually happened.
As she gets closer to her goal, though, her willingness to actually go and discuss this or...or have to deal with the fact that someone in Hell is actually capable of making her hallucinations visible to everyone--
Well, she sits down on the porch of the general store and grimaces. There are a few hours before dark. She'll...she'll just sit here for a bit, and then she'll take a little walk, and then she'll go home. That is a much better idea.
John plonks himself down next to her, his hand on her back. Whatever he's saying isn't audible to passersby.