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[losemyheart]

Florence blinks and looks around, wide-eyed. The last thing she remembers is watching Anatoly leave for good, feeling her heart ache more with every step he took.

And her father. Was he even alive?

Now she's in an unfamiliar place and doesn't see anyone she knows. What a perfect end to a perfect day.

"Hello?"

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[chesspolitik]

Anatoly had been exploring the boat (and not so coincidentally avoiding certain Amercian chess players). He'd discovered the kitchen and a few other places, but not what, or who, rather, he'd hoped to find.

He turned the corner and there she was, the one person he'd given anything to see again. "Florence!"

[losemyheart]

She practically feels her heart leap, cliche as that sounds. "Anatoly!" She automatically takes a step forward before stopping, remembering.

[chesspolitik]

He tried not to wince. "I've missed you."

[losemyheart]

Her voice is soft. Sad. "I've missed you too." Nevermind that it's only been hours, at most. Her fingers itch to reach out and touch him, but somehow she resists.

[abovewaistline]

Freddie stared, hardly daring to believe that Florence was standing there. What should he say? Should he say anything? Should he walk away? Should he beg her to come back?

All he managed was a rather defeated sounding, "... Florence."

[losemyheart]

She's almost relieved to see someone she knows. But not quite. "... Freddie. You're here too?"

[abovewaistline]

"Apparently. You look... well."

[losemyheart]

"Yeah. That's what living away from you does, apparently."

[findonesong]

"Hey," Roger waved at her from his perch against the railing.

[losemyheart]

Well, he looked oddly familiar. Sorry Roger, but you're being eyed distrustingly. She responds cautiously "Hello..."

[findonesong]

"Welcome to the boat," Roger said. "No, no one knows where we are or what we're doing here or where we're going."

[losemyheart]

"How about how we got here?"