Daddy Deadest (cont.)
A gentle nudge to the shoulder wakes Savant from increasingly tangled and frustrating dreams. There's rain pounding down around their shelter and intermittent brightness against his closed lids. He aches much more than he believes he should. Savant grimaces and blinks awake.
"*What are you doing here?*"
Opening his eyes only adds to his confusion. It's dark outside, this is not Athens and he's sure that he's speaking the wrong language for the situation, though he clearly remembers going to sleep in the rain and he's been speaking to the Russian in his own language for a couple of days now.
Except that it's not Greece. The lights are from other people's high beams as they drive past. And Creote has not been "the Russian" for some time.
Creote is also holding out a bottle of pills. There's a bottle of water in the cupholder beneath the radio as well.
Maine. They're leaving Gotham for Maine. Or on the run already?
Savant sits up and accepts his medication with soft thanks. In English this time. "What time is it?"
"*What are you doing here?*"
Opening his eyes only adds to his confusion. It's dark outside, this is not Athens and he's sure that he's speaking the wrong language for the situation, though he clearly remembers going to sleep in the rain and he's been speaking to the Russian in his own language for a couple of days now.
Except that it's not Greece. The lights are from other people's high beams as they drive past. And Creote has not been "the Russian" for some time.
Creote is also holding out a bottle of pills. There's a bottle of water in the cupholder beneath the radio as well.
Maine. They're leaving Gotham for Maine. Or on the run already?
Savant sits up and accepts his medication with soft thanks. In English this time. "What time is it?"