Mar 24, 2008 21:48
Things have been fairly quiet lately, and for that, Stacie can't help but feel grateful. The last thing she wants is to be put in the middle of Danny and Ash and this sort of feud of theirs; any break in the tension is a relief, as far as she's concerned.
It's been warmer than usual, lately, with the climate change that's reminded her all too much of their Bollywood con, but she's relaxed, fully herself as she walks towards the bedroom, a glass of something from the minibar that arrived back in January in her hand.
What she sees in front of her, right there on the bed, is about the last thing she ever would have expected.
Not even that score of theirs way back when could have made the sight of the CD, plant, and piece of cheese any less jarring, and for a moment, she just stands there, mouth hanging open. Just like the first time, it's like everything's been turned upside down, enough so that she can hardly even think straight. These don't belong here, it doesn't make sense that they should be here, and while on some level, she knows it's a trick of the island, it still hits hard.
She doesn't even notice when the glass slips out of her hand and shatters on the floor.
danny,
item,
ash