Nightshift 55: F-A Hallway
[From here.]
She was alone when she entered the connecting hallway. Claire couldn't find it in herself to be surprised. Everyone here was so happy to waste the night away.
Not her. She was going to get something done. Her and Klavier - if there wasn't anything in the file room, then they would just look elsewhere. After missing out on last night and the affront that was today, Claire was hell bent on progress tonight. God help the man who stood in her way.
Furiously, she thought back to all the people she'd talked to. The man from lunch, telling her it was stupid to hunt down the soldiers. The mysterious "Kaneyoshi" from the bulletin, telling her she would fail to find them. The general attitude of 'it's hopeless' and 'you'll never find anything' and 'what's the point?' Why had everyone here given up so easily?
They had so much going against them. All this stupid magic stuff, things that Claire didn't understand. Monsters she had never seen. But that didn't matter, because for the first time in three years she was on solid land. She was in a place where you could hop on cars, buy food from stores, where you could have more than one friend in the world and you didn't have to worry about being shot in your sleep.
Most importantly though, she was on the same land as Aaron. Her son. This, above all things, made her tear through the hallways with singular resolve. She knew America was huge. She knew that she had no idea how to get to L.A. from here, and no money to do it with. She knew this place was a literal hell and that it worked with forces she couldn't hope to control.
But you know what?
She could not care less.
[To here.]
She was alone when she entered the connecting hallway. Claire couldn't find it in herself to be surprised. Everyone here was so happy to waste the night away.
Not her. She was going to get something done. Her and Klavier - if there wasn't anything in the file room, then they would just look elsewhere. After missing out on last night and the affront that was today, Claire was hell bent on progress tonight. God help the man who stood in her way.
Furiously, she thought back to all the people she'd talked to. The man from lunch, telling her it was stupid to hunt down the soldiers. The mysterious "Kaneyoshi" from the bulletin, telling her she would fail to find them. The general attitude of 'it's hopeless' and 'you'll never find anything' and 'what's the point?' Why had everyone here given up so easily?
They had so much going against them. All this stupid magic stuff, things that Claire didn't understand. Monsters she had never seen. But that didn't matter, because for the first time in three years she was on solid land. She was in a place where you could hop on cars, buy food from stores, where you could have more than one friend in the world and you didn't have to worry about being shot in your sleep.
Most importantly though, she was on the same land as Aaron. Her son. This, above all things, made her tear through the hallways with singular resolve. She knew America was huge. She knew that she had no idea how to get to L.A. from here, and no money to do it with. She knew this place was a literal hell and that it worked with forces she couldn't hope to control.
But you know what?
She could not care less.
[To here.]