[He'd considered taking up on the offer of cider, but there's still that hint of paranoia running through his blood. There are so many unanswered questions, and in part he's frantically worrying in his mind. What if it's not her? What if it's a trick? They're capable of anything, is it really my Cheryl? So he politely turns down offers of drink and food, even though his stomach rumbles when it really shouldn't because he is, in fact, a dead man.
Harry hears her call. The voice sounds off, he thinks. Maybe there is a good reason for that. He wants to convince himself. When he looks out into the crowd, he expects to see an exhausted looking teenager with dyed blonde hair, her familiar vest, Cheryl's face ever so lightly freckled despite the bags under her eyes. He'd always wished he could do something for her nightmares, but he can barely help himself in that regard either.
The young woman looks similar, but there are little details that are off. Like she's been repainted from a description someone has made, but not precisely his little girl. He desperately wants to believe it isn't a trick, but it very well could be. Or maybe, slightly more optimistically, it has something to do with Alessa? Could that account for the changes? Is he simply overthinking it?
No matter how he looks at it, ultimately Harry stands up from his seat, and hesitantly calls out:]
no subject
Harry hears her call. The voice sounds off, he thinks. Maybe there is a good reason for that. He wants to convince himself. When he looks out into the crowd, he expects to see an exhausted looking teenager with dyed blonde hair, her familiar vest, Cheryl's face ever so lightly freckled despite the bags under her eyes. He'd always wished he could do something for her nightmares, but he can barely help himself in that regard either.
The young woman looks similar, but there are little details that are off. Like she's been repainted from a description someone has made, but not precisely his little girl. He desperately wants to believe it isn't a trick, but it very well could be. Or maybe, slightly more optimistically, it has something to do with Alessa? Could that account for the changes? Is he simply overthinking it?
No matter how he looks at it, ultimately Harry stands up from his seat, and hesitantly calls out:]
Heather?
[Would she even respond to Cheryl?]