Homeplot pre-play. The caverns.
She's laying in a puddle of water. Water, warmed by her own body heat, soupy with mud and grit and blood. Blood, she can't see, even when her eyes flutter open. It's too dark. In the cave, she can hardly see an inch away from her nose. Those months down under the ground, her eyes had adjusted and for a while, she lived down there with the bats and rats and she wasn't all that different from one of them. Now, she's gone soft, and her hips hurt from where the rock digs into them. Her arm pinned beneath her, tingling as the circulation trickles slowly back into her numbed fingertips.
She groans, pushes up to sit, and for a moment, she wants to laugh. She's had this dream, so... so many times. Part of her has always known she'd end up back here. But she's become complacent, settled in her easy life on the island, and she'd begun to hope.
In the dark, there's no sound. No sound but the gentle in out of Adam's breath beside her. Adam. She knows without seeing. The sounds he makes in sleep, the shape of his shoulder under her palm. She doesn't wake him. Not yet.
In the dark, Sarah Carter sits.
She groans, pushes up to sit, and for a moment, she wants to laugh. She's had this dream, so... so many times. Part of her has always known she'd end up back here. But she's become complacent, settled in her easy life on the island, and she'd begun to hope.
In the dark, there's no sound. No sound but the gentle in out of Adam's breath beside her. Adam. She knows without seeing. The sounds he makes in sleep, the shape of his shoulder under her palm. She doesn't wake him. Not yet.
In the dark, Sarah Carter sits.