That Old Fear Again
It was a nice little room, that much Yoko was certain about. What little she had gotten out of Raccoon was arranged around the old sick bay to give it a much more cozy feeling. On the bed was a plush lion that had seen better days; it was a tad ragged-looking and smelled faintly of animals. On the bedside table was a pair of Yoko's glasses, a bookmark made out of pressed flowers, and a small make-up kit.
The only other major item was draped almost casually across the floor. It was an old lab coat, slightly rumpled-looking and in need of a good washing (or a can of kerosene and a match). An ID tag was clipped to it; despite the changes to her appearance, Yoko still looked like she did in the photograph on the card. Also clipped to it was a single amber-colored barette. Monica's barette.
Yoko had her head in her hands. This day had just been too much for her. Birkin, alive and well. Umbrella being in the Nexus (at least in some fashion). People from Raccoon she had never expected to see again. And people who she's never known were in the city. "And to think... all that time ago, I was still working in the labs." The young woman chuckled weakly. "I didn't even have my memory back then," she muttered.
With a sigh, she buried her face into the stuffed lion. "I... I really need to talk to someone. Anyone."
The only other major item was draped almost casually across the floor. It was an old lab coat, slightly rumpled-looking and in need of a good washing (or a can of kerosene and a match). An ID tag was clipped to it; despite the changes to her appearance, Yoko still looked like she did in the photograph on the card. Also clipped to it was a single amber-colored barette. Monica's barette.
Yoko had her head in her hands. This day had just been too much for her. Birkin, alive and well. Umbrella being in the Nexus (at least in some fashion). People from Raccoon she had never expected to see again. And people who she's never known were in the city. "And to think... all that time ago, I was still working in the labs." The young woman chuckled weakly. "I didn't even have my memory back then," she muttered.
With a sigh, she buried her face into the stuffed lion. "I... I really need to talk to someone. Anyone."