Re: [Orchard: Bea & Holly]
Bea listened with growing trepidation. "If you told them what you're telling me, they would have put you in a mental hospital," she said. It wasn't a threat. She was worried, frowning, her brow crinkling with the thought. "But if you're legally alive, then you're my husband, and they can't do that without my consent. I think." Her head buzzed with this new implication, this new responsibility. She had never been responsible for him before, not this way. In sickness...
There was a sudden shift in the many colors around them. A solid half of the Echo-people around Holly backed away from him. It wasn't a mass migration, just a shift in the probabilities. Bea was suddenly wary. She held her ground, but shifted to her back heel, watching his face for signs of changes, and then glancing around them before coming back to him.
Bea pressed her lips to one side. She had little to say about Holly's mother. They didn't like each other, and never had. Bea didn't like her mother either. Her mother had been more than civil to Holly, though, up until... well. "I bet you're still legally dead. Maybe you want to fix that. Or you've been too busy, I bet." It was a bitter statement.