[- New York City, Clair's universe -]
Norman flickers into the penthouse, bringing Sarah along with him. They're in his study, dimly-lit and lavish, kindred to a room in the Paris home Sarah knows so well.
He releases her hand, only to hold it out again. Still so very unamused. "Give them to me." There is no room for argument. He saw her hand in her pocket, heard the rattle. And he is determined not to see another child die, because of his neglect.
He releases her hand, only to hold it out again. Still so very unamused. "Give them to me." There is no room for argument. He saw her hand in her pocket, heard the rattle. And he is determined not to see another child die, because of his neglect.