dream? memory? ...premonition?
[Deneve always looks so disapproving. At least that's what people who don't really know her would say. But you do know her, and while she always looks serious, her disapproving face is in a category all by itself.
You should know. You've seen it. You're seeing it now.
"Helen, just what are you carrying?"
What a dumbass question, Dene. You're carrying Clare, of course. You have been ever since you started running away from that monster and towards hell itself.
Only now that you look down, you realize that you're not carrying Clare anymore. You put her down.
But you've managed to pick up a six-pack of beer in her place.]
You should know. You've seen it. You're seeing it now.
"Helen, just what are you carrying?"
What a dumbass question, Dene. You're carrying Clare, of course. You have been ever since you started running away from that monster and towards hell itself.
Only now that you look down, you realize that you're not carrying Clare anymore. You put her down.
But you've managed to pick up a six-pack of beer in her place.]