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[a_day_of_sky]

Ella is, if anything, unhappy.

Currently in a booth, her knees are tucked up against her chest, arms wound around her legs. Her hands are in her hair, pulling it over her ears. Her eyes are fixed on the table.

In front of her is a piece of white paper, on which is drawn the vague outline of a head and shoulders. Everything is filled in save the face

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[callitavesper]

Metal is attracted to magnets.

Moths are attracted to flames.

James Bond? Is attracted to pretty women. Pretty women in distress? He is willingly their knight. So it's no surprise that Bond has hauled his vodka martini, cigarette, and, of course, self, over to Ella's table.

"Good evening," he says gently.

[a_day_of_sky]

Ella quickly looks up, letting go of her hair.

"Hello," she says, rather weakly, unfurling her legs.

And attempts at a smile.

[callitavesper]

He tilts his head slightly, a soft grin on his lips. "Is everything all right?"

[a_day_of_sky]

He's smiling. That's good, right? It helps her feel like she ought to be, anyway.

"Not - not really. But thank you for asking."

She scoots a bit and gestures around to the rest of the seats in the booth.

"Would you like to sit down?"

[explorertruman]

Truman came downstairs, with his Guide in hand, and idly practicing some moves. Brief glance to the door as he stowed the Guide back in his pocket, and then smiled when he saw Ella.

Though that dropped to a concerned expression.

"Ella, hey, what's wrong?"

[a_day_of_sky]

She attempted a smile, failing to some extent.

"I.. I can't remember what.. what Charles looked like. I know it sounds terribly silly and, and -"

She cuts herself off, staring up at him.

"It just bothers me that I can't. I feel like I should still remember what everyone who used to be in my world looked like - it's only been a short while, but I can't."

[explorertruman]

Briefly thinking of all the years he spend poring over magazine pictures, trying to piece together Sylvia's face.

"Hey, no, I don't think it's silly at all. It's ok, you just been through a lot. It'll come back." He then offered his arms for a hug after he crouched down nearby.

[a_day_of_sky]

She accepted the offer, putting her arms around his neck and leaning her head on his shoulder in a disconsolate manner.

"Thanks," she said quietly.

It was then that it was hardest not to cry, not to break down, just because he had provided a shoulder to cry on. She felt her face burn, eyes starting to water. Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit down on her lip, trying desperately not to cry, although her breath was already starting to grow uneven.

"I'm s-sorry, I don't m-mean to.."

And she gave up on not crying.

[not_a_hologram]

Bingo is in a good mood, but then he almost always is; so when he sees somebody who isn't, he feels the need to help.

All he's got is a comic book and half a mug of hot chocolate, but he figures it's worth a try.

"Can I get you anything?"

[a_day_of_sky]

Ella started slightly, turning her head towards the source of the voice.

"I'd appreciate it."

[not_a_hologram]

He's a very clean-cut young man in the uniform of an ensign in the US Navy. More specifically, the late '50s, but that's not the easiest to spot in a uniform.

"The hot chocolate's good... and the pie, too. I had some this morning. Anything you want, though."

[a_day_of_sky]

"I think.. hot chocolate, if you don't mind? And thank you."

She gestures around at the booth - he's welcome to sit if he wants.