Aftermath

[aeons_crackshot]

She'd been too drunk to dream the night they came in, but there's no alcohol to drown out the memory tonight.

The earth shakes, and the world is full of the terrible sound of buildings being ripped apart and the air screaming as if in agony

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[leadinghome]

And Connor can feel something bothering her. No specifics, that would need an indiscretion, just the general feeling, but that is enough to bring him over, knocking lightly on the door.

[aeons_crackshot]

The sound of the knocking wakes her instantly, breaking the grip of the nightmare.

She swings out of bed, and walks, pajama-clad, to the door. "Connor?" she says, surprised, as she opens the door.

[leadinghome]

"Hi." A bit sheepish. "You... were having a nightmare?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"Sort of," Annabelle replies, faintly sheepish herself. She stands back to allow Connor to come in.

"Yesterday was.....bad, very bad, she says quietly.