{ Underground }
Underground
S8; Ros Myers, Malcolm Wynn-Jones
She is instantly recognisable on the platform.
Underground
“Hello, Ros.”
“Hello, yourself.”
--
Ros is instantly recognisable on the platform; her platinum blonde hair acting as a beacon. She stands next to an unfamiliar man, a touch too close, and Malcolm watches as she slips what he recognises as a tracker into his jacket pocket. It's done in a matter of moments, and an instant later Malcolm finds himself questioning what he has just seen. She glances up at the screen, looking at the train times, and Malcolm sees her eyes widen as she spots him in the screen's reflection. She doesn't move, gives no further indication she knows he is there, and without thinking about his actions he walks forward until they stand shoulder-to-shoulder.
She says nothing, and to the outside world they would look like two strangers, not two people who had worked together for four years.
“How are you?” he whispers, not wanting to be overheard.
She turns to the side, and he inwardly reels. She appears tired, her make-up not quite enough to hide the dark smudges beneath her eyes. There is something else as well, something he can't quite put his finger on.
“I'm fine,” she answers, the oft-used lie spilling from her mouth with ease.
“And everyone else?”
At this, her jaw clenches, her throat tightens and he waits for her to answer.
“Fine,” she says finally.
He nods. “Good.”
Neither speak, and after a moment Ros turns on her heel and walks away, soon lost in the crowd.
-
He calls Ruth that night, the look in Ros' eyes playing in his mind, not allowing him to rest.
“Jo's dead?”
“Yes, and Ros was the one who pulled the trigger.”
Malcolm finishes the conversation soon after that revelation and replaces the receiver carefully, his thoughts in turmoil. That Jo, someone so young, could be dead, seems unbelievable and yet he knows Ruth's words are true.
He can now place what he couldn't that morning.
Guilt.
Malcolm looks at the floor and wonders how long it will be before Ros succumbs to its incubus.
S8; Ros Myers, Malcolm Wynn-Jones
She is instantly recognisable on the platform.
Underground
“Hello, Ros.”
“Hello, yourself.”
--
Ros is instantly recognisable on the platform; her platinum blonde hair acting as a beacon. She stands next to an unfamiliar man, a touch too close, and Malcolm watches as she slips what he recognises as a tracker into his jacket pocket. It's done in a matter of moments, and an instant later Malcolm finds himself questioning what he has just seen. She glances up at the screen, looking at the train times, and Malcolm sees her eyes widen as she spots him in the screen's reflection. She doesn't move, gives no further indication she knows he is there, and without thinking about his actions he walks forward until they stand shoulder-to-shoulder.
She says nothing, and to the outside world they would look like two strangers, not two people who had worked together for four years.
“How are you?” he whispers, not wanting to be overheard.
She turns to the side, and he inwardly reels. She appears tired, her make-up not quite enough to hide the dark smudges beneath her eyes. There is something else as well, something he can't quite put his finger on.
“I'm fine,” she answers, the oft-used lie spilling from her mouth with ease.
“And everyone else?”
At this, her jaw clenches, her throat tightens and he waits for her to answer.
“Fine,” she says finally.
He nods. “Good.”
Neither speak, and after a moment Ros turns on her heel and walks away, soon lost in the crowd.
-
He calls Ruth that night, the look in Ros' eyes playing in his mind, not allowing him to rest.
“Jo's dead?”
“Yes, and Ros was the one who pulled the trigger.”
Malcolm finishes the conversation soon after that revelation and replaces the receiver carefully, his thoughts in turmoil. That Jo, someone so young, could be dead, seems unbelievable and yet he knows Ruth's words are true.
He can now place what he couldn't that morning.
Guilt.
Malcolm looks at the floor and wonders how long it will be before Ros succumbs to its incubus.