[oom] Rock And Roll (Room Number Four)
Fiona's got an armful of what looks like filthy rags and American style football pads, and the smell is unique, to say the least. She dumps them on the foot of the bed, and heads for the wardrobe, rummaging around for a pair of boots to match.
She's stopped back by her room to pick up a few things on her way out, and to let Ramon know she's going on this mission. It seems like they need their space for a few days, and she's trying not to think about the whole baby thing.
She keeps telling herself, he promised. One fight does not mean the end of them. Even one over something like this. He promised. (That niggling fear may have something to do with her decision to go rescue child slaves in the post-nuclear apocalypse world that Ellen calls home, but she'd never name it such.)
She's stopped back by her room to pick up a few things on her way out, and to let Ramon know she's going on this mission. It seems like they need their space for a few days, and she's trying not to think about the whole baby thing.
She keeps telling herself, he promised. One fight does not mean the end of them. Even one over something like this. He promised. (That niggling fear may have something to do with her decision to go rescue child slaves in the post-nuclear apocalypse world that Ellen calls home, but she'd never name it such.)