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Who: Helen Magnus & James Watson
What: Helen wanted time. It's been four days.
When: Saturday November 5, early afternoon
Where: Initially James' room
Rating: An odd British swear?
Helen had asked for time. She hadn't given a definitive length but in her mind she knew that it couldn't be too long, not if she didn't want to be confronted herself. It had been four days since she'd posted- rather irritably - in the journal. Four days on top of the week that she'd already had. They'd all had the same experience with the loss but she had something more, something new. Information. A future that she'd wondered on, and one that she'd already mentioned to James once. And that was possibly the part that she was able to broach less easily. He'd known of her future - not detailed but parts of it. He'd known since 1899.
She'd had the day planned since that morning - return a book to the library, go to town for some tea and clear her mind and then talk to James. Her mind was no where near clear but she was calm. Calm enough. She'd written a note in the journal to make certain that he was free, and to see where he was, and it was to his room that she was now headed, calm and clear thoughts in head. Once there she gave a gentle but clear knock on the door, and waited.
What: Helen wanted time. It's been four days.
When: Saturday November 5, early afternoon
Where: Initially James' room
Rating: An odd British swear?
Helen had asked for time. She hadn't given a definitive length but in her mind she knew that it couldn't be too long, not if she didn't want to be confronted herself. It had been four days since she'd posted- rather irritably - in the journal. Four days on top of the week that she'd already had. They'd all had the same experience with the loss but she had something more, something new. Information. A future that she'd wondered on, and one that she'd already mentioned to James once. And that was possibly the part that she was able to broach less easily. He'd known of her future - not detailed but parts of it. He'd known since 1899.
She'd had the day planned since that morning - return a book to the library, go to town for some tea and clear her mind and then talk to James. Her mind was no where near clear but she was calm. Calm enough. She'd written a note in the journal to make certain that he was free, and to see where he was, and it was to his room that she was now headed, calm and clear thoughts in head. Once there she gave a gentle but clear knock on the door, and waited.