To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz - Chapter 22
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary crossover story but my altered headspace. Stargate SG-1 belongs to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, Fox, various individuals and companies and whoever owns them. Sanctuary belongs to Damian Kindler, Amanda Tapping, Martin Wood, The Beedie Group, Tricon Films & Television, Space and whoever else owns bits and pieces of it.
Spoilers: For SG-1, to the end of series; for Sanctuary, up to the episode “Pavor Nocturnus” (Season 2, Episode 5). Everything after that is up for grabs.
Summary: Sam and Cassie go Christmas shopping in New City ...
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Chapter 22
Helen Magnus took a deep breath before entering the infirmary at 8:30 AM the next morning. She didn’t really need the computer tablet she carried, but like her pristine, white lab coat, it offered her a bit of armour-more psychological than anything-against the outsiders in her Sanctuary and the chaos they’d brought with them.
I knew there was a reason I stayed as far away from the military industrial complex as I could for the last bloody century, she thought ruefully.
But enough of her fears and self-indulgence; she needed these people to help cure her daughter and to do so, she needed to provide them with answers to their questions.
All eyes snapped to her face as she entered. Kate and Henry had brought down a food service cart with coffee and breakfast, which her guests seemed to be enjoying; even Samantha Carter looked remarkably well and alert, considering everything she’d been through in the last twenty-four hours.
“How is Ashley?” Cassandra immediately asked coming towards her; her blue-grey eyes were filled with concern and tears.
“There hasn’t been any change overnight,” Helen replied as she gently squeezed the girl’s shoulder. “She seems to be in a catatonic state.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Helen’s heart broke for her.
She gathered the girl into a tight hug. “It’s not your fault, Cassandra,” she replied hoarsely. “It’s not your fault. You saved her and brought her home to me-and I will always be grateful to you for that.”
Cassandra nodded and stepped out of her embrace, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
Helen lifted her gaze to meet those of the other occupants in the room. “Well, once the rest of your colleagues arrive, I think it would be prudent to take you all on a tour of the Sanctuary-meet some of the residents and answer your questions,” she said. “Colonel Carter, I can have a television monitor brought in-”
“I’ll be fine in a wheelchair, Dr. Magnus,” the younger blonde replied firmly. Helen nodded, declining to argue the point.
“What about your residents?” Janet Fraiser asked. “From what Cassie has said, I take it you provide your guests with privacy as well as protection-won’t this be an intrusion? Have they given their consent to this?”
Helen smiled at the younger doctor’s concern and felt warmed by it. “Those of my residents who can give their consent have already done so,” she replied as Janet helped her patient into the wheelchair Kate had procured. “Many of my guests are long term residents and trust me to do what’s in their best interests, while those sentients who are non-verbal have other ways of making their wishes known.”
“So, exactly how long term are we talking about, Doc?” Jack O’Neill’s belligerent tones grated on her nerves, but she brought her emotions under iron control as she turned to face him. Will offered her an apologetic smile as the rest of the military team joined them. “More than a century perhaps,” he said smugly.
“Yes, some of the Sanctuary’s residents are rather long-lived,” she replied evenly; she hated the fact that as she spoke, she’d wrapped her arms about the computer tablet, holding it to her chest as if it could shield her from the knowledge and distrust she saw in his eyes.
Ah well, time to take the tiger by its tail.
“And as you’ve no doubt figured out by now, General, that includes me,” she said ignoring the murmurs of surprise and confusion from O’Neill’s colleagues who had spent the night in the infirmary.
“So, exactly how old are you?” a younger, dark-haired man demanded. He grinned charmingly at her, but there was a certain insincerity in it. “Mitchell, Colonel Cameron Mitchell at your service, ma’am.”
Helen refused to be intimidated and gave him her most coquettish smile. “Now, Colonel Mitchell, a true gentleman never asks a lady her age,” she admonished in her most Victorian tones. A titter of laughter came from behind her, but she didn’t break her gaze with him to identify who it was.
“I ain’t no gentleman, ma’am,” he drawled, exaggerating his accent.
“Quite so,” she retorted archly. “Well, if you must know, sir, I am 159 years old,” she said, enjoying her colleagues’ smirks as the military people’s jaws all literally dropped in shock when she unapologetically threw her age into their teeth. “And if you’ll all follow me, I shall show you what Sanctuary for All means, and why it is necessary.”
After instructing Will and Kate to escort most of the military personnel down the stairs, Helen took O’Neill, Carter, Fraiser and the taciturn Murray down in the elevator.
“Now Cassandra tells me that you’ve all seen some rather amazing things in your travels,” she said quietly as the elevator came to a stop and they all filed out. “But I do feel the need to ask that no matter how surprising the appearance of some of the residents on this level, you keep in mind that they are all intelligent, sentient beings.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve all done the meet and greet shtick before,” Cameron Mitchell said cockily as the rest of the team joined them.
“Not like this, Cam,” Cassandra said laughing as she ran unerringly to the glass front of the mermaid’s enclosure.
As if pulled by some force, the mermaid torpedoed through the water to stop suddenly at the glass. As she floated there, she pressed her forehead and hands against the barrier, mirroring Cassandra’s actions.
“My God,” Janet whispered, just as Samantha croaked, “This has to be an illusion.”
“No illusion, Sam,” the young woman said, turning to her mothers with glowing eyes. She held out her hands to them. “Come, listen to her-she’s so beautiful!”
“A mermaid?” Daniel Jackson’s awe was unmistakeable. “Oh my God!”
“Her name is Ssah’ryllikikee-ee-ee,” Helen said, giving the characteristic clicks and chirps at the end of the name.
“And as for the rest of us who don’t have a degree in dolphinese, we just call her Sally,” Kate quipped chuckling as she checked the habitat control panel.
“This is incredible,” the young officer, Hailey, breathed.
“It’s not possible,” O’Neill croaked watching in disbelief as Sam, Janet and Cassandra communed with the mermaid through the glass.
“She is very possible, General O’Neill,” Helen said. She looked up and caught Sally’s attention with a gentle mental nudge; she nodded and the mermaid turned, and with a quick flick of her powerful tail, disappeared into the depths of her habitat. “As are they all,” she continued, directing them to the other habitats that ringed the central control area.
She stood back and watched them as they walked from one transparent wall to another, taking in glimpses of the inhabitants within. Two-Face did his shtick being comedic and obnoxious by turns.
“And I thought I had problems, Magnus,” he called as he got a good look at Samantha. “It looks like you went and got yourself fissioned completely. What are ya-a human amoeba?”
“All right, that’s quite enough out of both of you,” she said in warning.
“Aw, you’re never any fun, Magnus!”
“No, you never say anything funny,” Steve, the sentient lizard-like being, quipped from his enclosure. “Have a lovely visit,” he said, waving to the military team before returning his attention to his book.
“What’s in here?” Mitchell asked just as a wall of flames engulfed the dark habitat and roiled against the transparent partition. “Whoa!” he shouted, jumping back from the enclosure.
“He is what is known as an Elemental,” Helen replied. “In his case, a Fire Elemental; he’s quite young for his species and very shy. He’s still learning to control his abilities, which is why he is here-the Sanctuary is a safe place for him to learn to do so without being a danger to humans or their settlements that often encroach in places they wouldn’t have even half a century ago. His species is rare, and they are often very misunderstood, but most live in their natural habitat and it’s very dangerous to tamper with them. They instinctively know to stay away from humans as random fire starting tends to be rather inconveniently investigated these days, even in fairly remote places. But once we are sure he’s no longer a danger, he will be returned.”
“How many of these ... creatures ... do you have in this place?” O’Neill asked, clearly shaken.
“As a group, we are generally referred to as Abnormals, as we are quite simply beyond the norm,” Helen replied with a hard glare; she watched their shock with faint amusement as they realised she’d included herself in the group. “There are four levels below this-the lowest one is the Secure Holding Unit, full containment, maximum isolation-”
“Maximum isolation?” Vala asked curiously.
“Yes, for Abnormals who are completely inimical to both Humans and other Abnormals,” she replied. “This is also a rather large building, so there are many residents housed in rooms and habitats in other wings beyond the area you’ve seen. Some stay for a few weeks or months, while others remain for years, even decades. Still many others simply come in when they require respite from the outside world. Habitats like these are for those beings that require special environments in which to survive, or to keep them from being harmed, or to keep them from harming others.”
“You mean you have some of them simply walking around the place?” Mitchell said in outrage.
“Why not-you’re simply walking around the place,” Kate sniped. “In fact, here comes one of them now-hey Big Guy!”
Helen watched them closely as, for all intents and purposes, they came face to face with a legendary Sasquatch when he left the shadows near the stairs and walked towards the group. He whuffled a soft greeting to Kate, before turning his attention to Helen.
“Magnus,” he said between gentle snorts and hoots. “Uh ... uh ... Henry has gone ... uh ... into Ashley’s cell-”
“What?” Helen shouted in alarm and ran over to the control panel to bring up the surveillance cameras in the room.
“He is ... uh ... uh ... singing to her.”
“Henry!” Helen cried over the com system and Ashley’s room flashed up on the monitor as the last few bars of The Doors classic, People are Strange, died away. The young man had placed Helen’s old acoustic guitar into Ashley’s unresisting hands. She also noticed that he’d attached chains to her wrist manacles in order to allow her more freedom of movement.
Henry was strumming his own electric guitar, a vintage Stratocaster that Helen had given him for his fourteenth birthday-she hadn’t known his actual birthday, and so had used the date he’d begun his residency at the Sanctuary. She immediately recognised the song, These Small Crimes, which he had often played with his old garage band before they had broken up when the young men were still in their early twenties. Ashley had sometimes jammed with them, but more when she was younger and thought it was ‘cool’; a few short years later, Henry and his friends had only seemed ‘too geeky for words’.
High school and heartache, how much can you take?
now you know you'll never break down
everybody's leaving, summertime grieving
cause no one's going to the same town
oh these loaded words they will go off
and break these hearts so young
ain't it tough?
and half the time we're lost
where are the lines we've crossed?
can't you help this
now we'll confess, these small crimes that made this mess
and the little spot I keep inside my heart
just in case you decide these small crimes that we confide
can be chalked up to youth and we can start again.
Suddenly, as Henry launched into the instrumental part in the middle of the song, Helen noticed that Ashley’s fingers began to move, following the melody flawlessly. Again, emotion squeezed at her heart and she swallowed thickly as tears spilled unchecked down her cheeks.
have you played my serenade?
bet you haven't heard it in a few years
all we did was never admit
and bring each other to tears
and half the time we knew
and half we had no clue
what could happen...
now we'll confess, these small crimes that made this mess
and the little spot I keep inside my heart
just in case you decide these small crimes that we confide
can be chalked up to youth and we can start again.
start again...
“I know what I’m doing, Magnus,” he said, eyes moist as he smiled proudly. “Trust me; I promise I know what I’m doing. She asked me to do this for her-when she talked about singing my songs. It just took me a while to realise what she was saying. It will help bring her back, I know it will.”
“I do trust you, Henry,” she replied hoarsely as he began to play another song. Almost immediately, Ashley again joined in, fingers flying effortlessly over the guitar’s strings as the young man launched into the lyrics Love, I Will Find You.
lately I've been holding on
to nothing for far too long
and I'm afraid if I let go
I'll lose the only thing I know
somehow I have got this wrong
they tied me up when I was young
when I got free I looked for you
I know my heart, but where are you, where are you?
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
Helen couldn’t help the sobs that escaped her as Ashley’s raw, hoarse soprano joined Henry’s earnest tenor in repeating the chorus and they began to harmonize in a way she had never heard them do before. Will drew Helen into his embrace, and for once, she simply accepted his comfort without thinking about it.
She was also acutely aware of Samantha Carter and her colleagues watching them with interest, but at the moment she really didn’t care; all she cared about was her daughter and Henry as they sang their love for each other.
I have tried without success
the hurt I know defined me best
but will you change me I reshape me too
take these empty parts that still need you
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
I can dream and you can dream
and if we dream, oh there we'll meet
don't be scared I feel you breathing
this heart's beating, this heart's beating
feel this heart beat
feel this heart beat
feel this heart beat
feel this heart beat
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
someday...someday.
(Songs quoted are from goodnight, young novelist by Graydon James)
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Chapter 23
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary crossover story but my altered headspace. Stargate SG-1 belongs to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, Fox, various individuals and companies and whoever owns them. Sanctuary belongs to Damian Kindler, Amanda Tapping, Martin Wood, The Beedie Group, Tricon Films & Television, Space and whoever else owns bits and pieces of it.
Spoilers: For SG-1, to the end of series; for Sanctuary, up to the episode “Pavor Nocturnus” (Season 2, Episode 5). Everything after that is up for grabs.
Summary: Sam and Cassie go Christmas shopping in New City ...
To Dance Between the Raindrops: A Snowflake's Waltz
Chapter 22
Helen Magnus took a deep breath before entering the infirmary at 8:30 AM the next morning. She didn’t really need the computer tablet she carried, but like her pristine, white lab coat, it offered her a bit of armour-more psychological than anything-against the outsiders in her Sanctuary and the chaos they’d brought with them.
I knew there was a reason I stayed as far away from the military industrial complex as I could for the last bloody century, she thought ruefully.
But enough of her fears and self-indulgence; she needed these people to help cure her daughter and to do so, she needed to provide them with answers to their questions.
All eyes snapped to her face as she entered. Kate and Henry had brought down a food service cart with coffee and breakfast, which her guests seemed to be enjoying; even Samantha Carter looked remarkably well and alert, considering everything she’d been through in the last twenty-four hours.
“How is Ashley?” Cassandra immediately asked coming towards her; her blue-grey eyes were filled with concern and tears.
“There hasn’t been any change overnight,” Helen replied as she gently squeezed the girl’s shoulder. “She seems to be in a catatonic state.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Helen’s heart broke for her.
She gathered the girl into a tight hug. “It’s not your fault, Cassandra,” she replied hoarsely. “It’s not your fault. You saved her and brought her home to me-and I will always be grateful to you for that.”
Cassandra nodded and stepped out of her embrace, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
Helen lifted her gaze to meet those of the other occupants in the room. “Well, once the rest of your colleagues arrive, I think it would be prudent to take you all on a tour of the Sanctuary-meet some of the residents and answer your questions,” she said. “Colonel Carter, I can have a television monitor brought in-”
“I’ll be fine in a wheelchair, Dr. Magnus,” the younger blonde replied firmly. Helen nodded, declining to argue the point.
“What about your residents?” Janet Fraiser asked. “From what Cassie has said, I take it you provide your guests with privacy as well as protection-won’t this be an intrusion? Have they given their consent to this?”
Helen smiled at the younger doctor’s concern and felt warmed by it. “Those of my residents who can give their consent have already done so,” she replied as Janet helped her patient into the wheelchair Kate had procured. “Many of my guests are long term residents and trust me to do what’s in their best interests, while those sentients who are non-verbal have other ways of making their wishes known.”
“So, exactly how long term are we talking about, Doc?” Jack O’Neill’s belligerent tones grated on her nerves, but she brought her emotions under iron control as she turned to face him. Will offered her an apologetic smile as the rest of the military team joined them. “More than a century perhaps,” he said smugly.
“Yes, some of the Sanctuary’s residents are rather long-lived,” she replied evenly; she hated the fact that as she spoke, she’d wrapped her arms about the computer tablet, holding it to her chest as if it could shield her from the knowledge and distrust she saw in his eyes.
Ah well, time to take the tiger by its tail.
“And as you’ve no doubt figured out by now, General, that includes me,” she said ignoring the murmurs of surprise and confusion from O’Neill’s colleagues who had spent the night in the infirmary.
“So, exactly how old are you?” a younger, dark-haired man demanded. He grinned charmingly at her, but there was a certain insincerity in it. “Mitchell, Colonel Cameron Mitchell at your service, ma’am.”
Helen refused to be intimidated and gave him her most coquettish smile. “Now, Colonel Mitchell, a true gentleman never asks a lady her age,” she admonished in her most Victorian tones. A titter of laughter came from behind her, but she didn’t break her gaze with him to identify who it was.
“I ain’t no gentleman, ma’am,” he drawled, exaggerating his accent.
“Quite so,” she retorted archly. “Well, if you must know, sir, I am 159 years old,” she said, enjoying her colleagues’ smirks as the military people’s jaws all literally dropped in shock when she unapologetically threw her age into their teeth. “And if you’ll all follow me, I shall show you what Sanctuary for All means, and why it is necessary.”
After instructing Will and Kate to escort most of the military personnel down the stairs, Helen took O’Neill, Carter, Fraiser and the taciturn Murray down in the elevator.
“Now Cassandra tells me that you’ve all seen some rather amazing things in your travels,” she said quietly as the elevator came to a stop and they all filed out. “But I do feel the need to ask that no matter how surprising the appearance of some of the residents on this level, you keep in mind that they are all intelligent, sentient beings.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve all done the meet and greet shtick before,” Cameron Mitchell said cockily as the rest of the team joined them.
“Not like this, Cam,” Cassandra said laughing as she ran unerringly to the glass front of the mermaid’s enclosure.
As if pulled by some force, the mermaid torpedoed through the water to stop suddenly at the glass. As she floated there, she pressed her forehead and hands against the barrier, mirroring Cassandra’s actions.
“My God,” Janet whispered, just as Samantha croaked, “This has to be an illusion.”
“No illusion, Sam,” the young woman said, turning to her mothers with glowing eyes. She held out her hands to them. “Come, listen to her-she’s so beautiful!”
“A mermaid?” Daniel Jackson’s awe was unmistakeable. “Oh my God!”
“Her name is Ssah’ryllikikee-ee-ee,” Helen said, giving the characteristic clicks and chirps at the end of the name.
“And as for the rest of us who don’t have a degree in dolphinese, we just call her Sally,” Kate quipped chuckling as she checked the habitat control panel.
“This is incredible,” the young officer, Hailey, breathed.
“It’s not possible,” O’Neill croaked watching in disbelief as Sam, Janet and Cassandra communed with the mermaid through the glass.
“She is very possible, General O’Neill,” Helen said. She looked up and caught Sally’s attention with a gentle mental nudge; she nodded and the mermaid turned, and with a quick flick of her powerful tail, disappeared into the depths of her habitat. “As are they all,” she continued, directing them to the other habitats that ringed the central control area.
She stood back and watched them as they walked from one transparent wall to another, taking in glimpses of the inhabitants within. Two-Face did his shtick being comedic and obnoxious by turns.
“And I thought I had problems, Magnus,” he called as he got a good look at Samantha. “It looks like you went and got yourself fissioned completely. What are ya-a human amoeba?”
“All right, that’s quite enough out of both of you,” she said in warning.
“Aw, you’re never any fun, Magnus!”
“No, you never say anything funny,” Steve, the sentient lizard-like being, quipped from his enclosure. “Have a lovely visit,” he said, waving to the military team before returning his attention to his book.
“What’s in here?” Mitchell asked just as a wall of flames engulfed the dark habitat and roiled against the transparent partition. “Whoa!” he shouted, jumping back from the enclosure.
“He is what is known as an Elemental,” Helen replied. “In his case, a Fire Elemental; he’s quite young for his species and very shy. He’s still learning to control his abilities, which is why he is here-the Sanctuary is a safe place for him to learn to do so without being a danger to humans or their settlements that often encroach in places they wouldn’t have even half a century ago. His species is rare, and they are often very misunderstood, but most live in their natural habitat and it’s very dangerous to tamper with them. They instinctively know to stay away from humans as random fire starting tends to be rather inconveniently investigated these days, even in fairly remote places. But once we are sure he’s no longer a danger, he will be returned.”
“How many of these ... creatures ... do you have in this place?” O’Neill asked, clearly shaken.
“As a group, we are generally referred to as Abnormals, as we are quite simply beyond the norm,” Helen replied with a hard glare; she watched their shock with faint amusement as they realised she’d included herself in the group. “There are four levels below this-the lowest one is the Secure Holding Unit, full containment, maximum isolation-”
“Maximum isolation?” Vala asked curiously.
“Yes, for Abnormals who are completely inimical to both Humans and other Abnormals,” she replied. “This is also a rather large building, so there are many residents housed in rooms and habitats in other wings beyond the area you’ve seen. Some stay for a few weeks or months, while others remain for years, even decades. Still many others simply come in when they require respite from the outside world. Habitats like these are for those beings that require special environments in which to survive, or to keep them from being harmed, or to keep them from harming others.”
“You mean you have some of them simply walking around the place?” Mitchell said in outrage.
“Why not-you’re simply walking around the place,” Kate sniped. “In fact, here comes one of them now-hey Big Guy!”
Helen watched them closely as, for all intents and purposes, they came face to face with a legendary Sasquatch when he left the shadows near the stairs and walked towards the group. He whuffled a soft greeting to Kate, before turning his attention to Helen.
“Magnus,” he said between gentle snorts and hoots. “Uh ... uh ... Henry has gone ... uh ... into Ashley’s cell-”
“What?” Helen shouted in alarm and ran over to the control panel to bring up the surveillance cameras in the room.
“He is ... uh ... uh ... singing to her.”
“Henry!” Helen cried over the com system and Ashley’s room flashed up on the monitor as the last few bars of The Doors classic, People are Strange, died away. The young man had placed Helen’s old acoustic guitar into Ashley’s unresisting hands. She also noticed that he’d attached chains to her wrist manacles in order to allow her more freedom of movement.
Henry was strumming his own electric guitar, a vintage Stratocaster that Helen had given him for his fourteenth birthday-she hadn’t known his actual birthday, and so had used the date he’d begun his residency at the Sanctuary. She immediately recognised the song, These Small Crimes, which he had often played with his old garage band before they had broken up when the young men were still in their early twenties. Ashley had sometimes jammed with them, but more when she was younger and thought it was ‘cool’; a few short years later, Henry and his friends had only seemed ‘too geeky for words’.
High school and heartache, how much can you take?
now you know you'll never break down
everybody's leaving, summertime grieving
cause no one's going to the same town
oh these loaded words they will go off
and break these hearts so young
ain't it tough?
and half the time we're lost
where are the lines we've crossed?
can't you help this
now we'll confess, these small crimes that made this mess
and the little spot I keep inside my heart
just in case you decide these small crimes that we confide
can be chalked up to youth and we can start again.
Suddenly, as Henry launched into the instrumental part in the middle of the song, Helen noticed that Ashley’s fingers began to move, following the melody flawlessly. Again, emotion squeezed at her heart and she swallowed thickly as tears spilled unchecked down her cheeks.
have you played my serenade?
bet you haven't heard it in a few years
all we did was never admit
and bring each other to tears
and half the time we knew
and half we had no clue
what could happen...
now we'll confess, these small crimes that made this mess
and the little spot I keep inside my heart
just in case you decide these small crimes that we confide
can be chalked up to youth and we can start again.
start again...
“I know what I’m doing, Magnus,” he said, eyes moist as he smiled proudly. “Trust me; I promise I know what I’m doing. She asked me to do this for her-when she talked about singing my songs. It just took me a while to realise what she was saying. It will help bring her back, I know it will.”
“I do trust you, Henry,” she replied hoarsely as he began to play another song. Almost immediately, Ashley again joined in, fingers flying effortlessly over the guitar’s strings as the young man launched into the lyrics Love, I Will Find You.
lately I've been holding on
to nothing for far too long
and I'm afraid if I let go
I'll lose the only thing I know
somehow I have got this wrong
they tied me up when I was young
when I got free I looked for you
I know my heart, but where are you, where are you?
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
Helen couldn’t help the sobs that escaped her as Ashley’s raw, hoarse soprano joined Henry’s earnest tenor in repeating the chorus and they began to harmonize in a way she had never heard them do before. Will drew Helen into his embrace, and for once, she simply accepted his comfort without thinking about it.
She was also acutely aware of Samantha Carter and her colleagues watching them with interest, but at the moment she really didn’t care; all she cared about was her daughter and Henry as they sang their love for each other.
I have tried without success
the hurt I know defined me best
but will you change me I reshape me too
take these empty parts that still need you
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
I can dream and you can dream
and if we dream, oh there we'll meet
don't be scared I feel you breathing
this heart's beating, this heart's beating
feel this heart beat
feel this heart beat
feel this heart beat
feel this heart beat
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
love, I will find you someday
someday...someday.
(Songs quoted are from goodnight, young novelist by Graydon James)
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Chapter 23