Jun 23, 2010 20:57
John Smith wakes from another implausible dream. Traveling the stars in a magic blue box. Preposterous. He shakes the last of the fantasy away and commences dressing. One of the housemaids has brought him a tray of tea and the morning paper. He peruses the latter while sipping idly at the former. November the tenth, 1913, in the greatest country in the world, Great Britain.
He makes a point to stop by the infirmary to look in on Remy, as he has every morning since they arrived two months ago. Remy was his brother's widow, though she'd returned to her maiden name of Hadley following his death. But then, Remy was always full of wild ideas about women's rights and such. But John loved her like a sister and had promised his brother to watch after her, and so he tolerated her boldness. Cherished it even, for it was that inner fire that had so entranced his brother James.
"Good morning, dear!" he says warmly when he sees Remy, sweeping her into a hug and kissing her on the cheek. "And how are we today?"
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