...in which the past doesn't quite catch up to us...
*curled up in his blanket somewhere out in the desert as his little campfire slowly ebbs from red to black and the stars burn high and cold overhead*
*twitching, the huddled form turns over, inadvertently dislodging his journal from the half-open pack beside him; a few moments pass in silence, but then a small cry, faint as though emanating from some impossibly distant place within the notorious Stampede, is translated in small letters to the page*
..Uhn...
..N-n.... aaah.....
..Rem...?
[[Nightmare relates to Vash's past, which he does not fully remember. Unfortunately, Rem's location is one to which no journal can take him.]]
*twitching, the huddled form turns over, inadvertently dislodging his journal from the half-open pack beside him; a few moments pass in silence, but then a small cry, faint as though emanating from some impossibly distant place within the notorious Stampede, is translated in small letters to the page*
..Uhn...
..N-n.... aaah.....
..Rem...?
[[Nightmare relates to Vash's past, which he does not fully remember. Unfortunately, Rem's location is one to which no journal can take him.]]