Oh dear.
WHO: Claire Bennet [oww_pavement] and... anyone else! Though probably Sylar [make_it_tick], should he feel so inclined.
WHAT: Claire is headed for breakdown.
WHERE: The beach.
WHEN: Late evening.
It was already dark out when Claire stepped outside, tucking her journal inside her shirt before making her way down to the pier, turning left and walking towards the large rocks there amidst the sand, letting the grains slip through her toes underfoot as she moved.
She didn't stop until she reached a particularly large, flat-looking rock, where she sat herself down on the small perch, leaning against the side, letting her legs dangle and bounce off the rock just slightly as she stared out over the vast expanse of sea.
Hot tears bubbled up as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Freedom. That's what she'd expected to find her. Not even more of a mess than she was in already as it was.
And Sylar was probably not going to show up and kill her, either.
Another plan down the drain.
She sighed, taking a deep breath as she tried to get herself back in control.
WHAT: Claire is headed for breakdown.
WHERE: The beach.
WHEN: Late evening.
It was already dark out when Claire stepped outside, tucking her journal inside her shirt before making her way down to the pier, turning left and walking towards the large rocks there amidst the sand, letting the grains slip through her toes underfoot as she moved.
She didn't stop until she reached a particularly large, flat-looking rock, where she sat herself down on the small perch, leaning against the side, letting her legs dangle and bounce off the rock just slightly as she stared out over the vast expanse of sea.
Hot tears bubbled up as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Freedom. That's what she'd expected to find her. Not even more of a mess than she was in already as it was.
And Sylar was probably not going to show up and kill her, either.
Another plan down the drain.
She sighed, taking a deep breath as she tried to get herself back in control.