Re: Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
Hannah had always, always known things were strange. Amy had known, and so Hannah had known. She remembered the house as if she'd lived there, and she remembered her mom dying, and she still saw the ghost of the Bent Neck Lady, though now she knew why Amy had seen the woman all her life through, and so Hannah believed the amusement park could wake from a long slumber like Sleeping Beauty in the castle that was only a little bit away now. The only difference now was that Hannah knew she would never be a princess, and she was more Pinocchio than Aurora.
So, there she stood. Eyes screwed shut, hand in his, and listening for his voice. She listened to the night, too. She listened to things around her, and she wondered how whir, whir, and circuitry could make her hear the same things he heard, see the same things he saw.
"I want to see something beautiful. A pretty night, all lit up, and the rides turning and twirling. I want it to be beautiful and crisp, and I want us to see everything there is to see. I want it to be good," she told him, sounding dreamy and young, and she moved closer to his side, arm to his arm and hip to his hip. "What do you want to see?" she asked in return.