Characters: The Handmaid and you!
Setting: Around the tower
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match!
Summary: The Handmaid is starting to think that maybe Lord English won't be showing up after all.
Warnings: Nope!
[The Handmaid can't sit still. She's been wandering the tower since late last night, her movements still stiff from her scuffle from the Highblood. She's carrying herself oddly, shoulders hunched as though trying to make herself disappear, and she's quite obviously jumpy, freezing at every unfamiliar movement or sound.
He hasn't arrived yet, and she doesn't understand why. A tiny part of her is daring to hope that he can't reach her here, and that for all of the tower's restrictions and horrors she might actually be free. But even that thought scares her. What is she supposed to do now if that's true? She'd never considering being truly free before. She'd thought she would only escape her servitude with death. She has options, so many it's dizzying and a little bit terrifying.
But then, time could move differently in this universe. Maybe she's only been gone for seconds to him. Of course, if that were true, it wouldn't stop him from arriving the second she did and taking her back. Clearly, that hasn't happened.]