9 June 1989, Evening

[ever_noteful]

Meg needed to be away, just for a little while.

But, things being what they are, she doesn't want to be far away. She needs to be where people can still find her if they need to. For whatever reason

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[bannion_sight]

Between the time she'd received her mother's call and now, just over half a day has passed.

In that time, Kim had made several calls and arrangements of her own before taking the first flight back over the ocean.

Once she'd finally reached the hospital, her father had given her the update on Alain's condition. John had looked grave while doing it; it's a look she recognized.

In the silence that followed the news, Deirdre had told her where Meg was to be found.

Kim hesitates at the door of the chapel, but not for long. The door makes a soft hissing sound against the carpet as she pushes it open.

[ever_noteful]

It's enough of a noise, in an otherwise silent room.

Meg turns, and looks over at the door.

"Kim."

[bannion_sight]

"Meg."

Kim steps in, letting the door shut behind her. Gray eyes are clear and searching.

"How are you holding up?"

[ever_noteful]

Meg shrugs her good shoulder. "I'm okay," she says.

A beat, and then she says, "That wasn't even remotely convincing, was it?"