Re: dreamland: becky/crane
She didn't care all that much for people, men in particular. Tedious, tiresome, and the quiet demure girl she'd once been was long, long gone. There was no fear, despite being in a strange place with a stranger and no recollection of how she'd come to be here. She watched him stand, running a finger idly over the nearest chair. "Jonathan," she repeated, and there it was again, that sense of familiarity. Like something out of a dream she could barely remember, and she moved closer, dress trailing like ink, until she reached his desk.
"Betty." She drummed her nails on the wood, frowning slightly. "But I used to be someone else." She sighed, gaze dropping to the paper he'd been writing on previously. "What are you writing?"