[ That small, tiny voice in the receiver. When Allison is anything except small. And isn't she supposed to be just next door?
There was that lightning-quick disorientation of wondering where he is, where she is, and when any of them are, but that desperate whisper scours through all of it and his memories fall back into place like a bullet in a gun. The right era but the wrong time. Hotel Obsidian. Got it.
Luther's already rolled up until his feet hit the floor and he's sitting upright, wide-awake, leaning over the base sitting in his lap and his head bowed over the phone as if he can crawl into it. ]
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And isn't she supposed to be just next door?
There was that lightning-quick disorientation of wondering where he is, where she is, and when any of them are, but that desperate whisper scours through all of it and his memories fall back into place like a bullet in a gun. The right era but the wrong time. Hotel Obsidian. Got it.
Luther's already rolled up until his feet hit the floor and he's sitting upright, wide-awake, leaning over the base sitting in his lap and his head bowed over the phone as if he can crawl into it. ]
Allison? Are you okay? Where are you?