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[rebornmother]

Who: Tom Hanniger and Eileen Galvin.
When: Not long after Tom is set loose by the Countess.
Where: In and around Eileen's apartment.
Summary: Tom takes to wandering World's End with no real destination in mind, but his feet take him to Alex and Claire's place. His attention is ultimately diverted when he hears someone milling about Eileen's

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[tom_hanniger]

Like the Countess suggested, and having nowhere else to really go, Tom had left the prison and and made his way for Alex and Claire's place. He had been lucky not to bump into anyone on his way, careful to take back streets and stay out of sight, but there was always the danger. He had to explain, he had to tell someone. But really, he had no where else to go. The town was likely to rip him to pieces and throw him up in a tree for the birds for what he had done. Not that he blamed them particularly. If he were amongst them, he'd probably feel the same way.

But now? He was, well, cured. The woman had literally extracted the darkness from him, and it left him unsuppressed. Able to think. Free. And he had to carry on

[rebornmother]

Eileen perked at the voice, pausing in her attempt to wipe a bookshelf clean of dust with a rolled-up shirt. She hadn’t heard a knock, nor had she heard the door opening, but Tom invited himself in anyway. She exhaled softly and wiped her filmy hands clean, bracing herself to meet him in the front room, hoping her sudden appearance wouldn’t be too much of a shock.

Rowen beat her to the punch, however, trotting up to Tom and nipping gently at his fingers. Eileen watched quietly from the hallway before making her presence known. There really was no easy way to do this.

“Tom. Hey.”

[tom_hanniger]

This was... not what he was expecting. Tom had entered ready to drag some rug-rat out into the hall for not knowing any better. Instead, he was met with what he thought was a hallucination for a split second - standing in the doorway like he had seen a ghost.

"E-Eileen?"

[rebornmother]

“That’s me.” She smiled, trying to inject a little levity into the situation. Tom looked almost frightened, and when he didn’t respond right away to Rowen’s bid for attention the dog curled up by Eileen’s feet. She high-stepped over the small mountain of fur and inched closer to Tom, as if to assure him she was really real.

“Surprise.”