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WHO: Daniel Faraday and Charlotte Lewis
WHAT: Daniel's clumsiness leads to a (not so?) chance encounter.
WHERE: Sydney Airport
WHEN: Prior to boarding Flight 815
STATUS: In progress
He'd been told that this day held importance; a step towards regaining his independence. Daniel didn't want to discredit the group of doctors who had been responsible for his care at the clinic, but he still had his share of doubts. The flight's destination only making matters worse. Once in Los Angeles, he would be subject to his mother's scrutiny. If she wasn't pleased with his progress, well then he could only look forward to more tests at another private clinic of her choosing.
While he felt considerably more in control of his emotions, Daniel was still slightly on edge: nervous, jittery and unprepared to make this journey. The medication he'd taken earlier in the day lessening his symptoms only to a certain degree. He'd been advised to take one pill from the filled prescription (now safely tucked into his backpack) if anxiety increased during the flight.
Did he feel better? Confident that he'd be able to handle everyday situations and would no longer require the assistance of a caretaker, yes. However, his memory was still unpredictable. The problems were mainly with short term memory, although certain events from his past tended to blend together or escape his mind entirely. The doctors were unable (or unwilling) to supply a concrete prognosis in that regard. For now, he would try to remain hopeful to an extent - nagging prediction of the inevitable letdown lingering.
As he approached the gate, Daniel hesitated and stopped in his tracks. A sudden wave of unease leading him to fumble through his bag. There was something he needed to write down, desperately so. Before he'd had a chance to locate his journal, backpack dropped to the floor and contents scattered. Jolted by the force of a shoulder colliding with his own, startled gaze lifted. Unintelligible words were muttered by the other man before he continued on his way. In turn, Daniel smiled sheepishly and leaned down to retrieve his possessions. He'd been in the way, no doubt, lost in his thoughts. This sort of embarrassing situation not entirely foreign, unfortunately.
WHAT: Daniel's clumsiness leads to a (not so?) chance encounter.
WHERE: Sydney Airport
WHEN: Prior to boarding Flight 815
STATUS: In progress
He'd been told that this day held importance; a step towards regaining his independence. Daniel didn't want to discredit the group of doctors who had been responsible for his care at the clinic, but he still had his share of doubts. The flight's destination only making matters worse. Once in Los Angeles, he would be subject to his mother's scrutiny. If she wasn't pleased with his progress, well then he could only look forward to more tests at another private clinic of her choosing.
While he felt considerably more in control of his emotions, Daniel was still slightly on edge: nervous, jittery and unprepared to make this journey. The medication he'd taken earlier in the day lessening his symptoms only to a certain degree. He'd been advised to take one pill from the filled prescription (now safely tucked into his backpack) if anxiety increased during the flight.
Did he feel better? Confident that he'd be able to handle everyday situations and would no longer require the assistance of a caretaker, yes. However, his memory was still unpredictable. The problems were mainly with short term memory, although certain events from his past tended to blend together or escape his mind entirely. The doctors were unable (or unwilling) to supply a concrete prognosis in that regard. For now, he would try to remain hopeful to an extent - nagging prediction of the inevitable letdown lingering.
As he approached the gate, Daniel hesitated and stopped in his tracks. A sudden wave of unease leading him to fumble through his bag. There was something he needed to write down, desperately so. Before he'd had a chance to locate his journal, backpack dropped to the floor and contents scattered. Jolted by the force of a shoulder colliding with his own, startled gaze lifted. Unintelligible words were muttered by the other man before he continued on his way. In turn, Daniel smiled sheepishly and leaned down to retrieve his possessions. He'd been in the way, no doubt, lost in his thoughts. This sort of embarrassing situation not entirely foreign, unfortunately.