I'll be there and I'll cover you.
Normally, Alison would not be in bed this early. It was only just falling dark and she was starting to recognize enough Japanese to have found a few favorite shows on the local TV networks. Bizarre though they may be.
Robbie was still recovering from his illness and took to bed early. Miyuki had been run ragged at camp to make up for the days of training she'd missed and had turned in not long after. Alone in the house, the television had seemed to echo a bit too much, so Alison headed upstairs herself.
She was curled up under the blankets with a notebook open across her lap. A purple inked pen scratched softly against the lined paper as she scribbled down the words to a song she had been working on. It seemed that, lately, all she could find were sad tunes. Remnants of the rocky times that lay just behind them. At least they were in the past. She didn't mind the sad words and sombre melodies in her mind as long as they were rooted firmly in the past.
And it kept her busy while she waited for Longshot to return. His visit to Shatterstar's apartment had run longer than she expected and she wasn't sure if she should be pleased or worried about that.
She shook her head and shrugged to herself as she turned the page and continued writing. There was nothing she could do until he came home.
Robbie was still recovering from his illness and took to bed early. Miyuki had been run ragged at camp to make up for the days of training she'd missed and had turned in not long after. Alone in the house, the television had seemed to echo a bit too much, so Alison headed upstairs herself.
She was curled up under the blankets with a notebook open across her lap. A purple inked pen scratched softly against the lined paper as she scribbled down the words to a song she had been working on. It seemed that, lately, all she could find were sad tunes. Remnants of the rocky times that lay just behind them. At least they were in the past. She didn't mind the sad words and sombre melodies in her mind as long as they were rooted firmly in the past.
And it kept her busy while she waited for Longshot to return. His visit to Shatterstar's apartment had run longer than she expected and she wasn't sure if she should be pleased or worried about that.
She shook her head and shrugged to herself as she turned the page and continued writing. There was nothing she could do until he came home.