Re: dreamland: becky/crane
"Perhaps." She echoed his suggestion, considering it, toying with the possibility. She could. She might. Or, not. Becky knew her name carried weight, now; she imagined she was a wanted fugitive back in the other New York. She remembered a girl who'd tricked her, remembered a nice, nice man, but then he'd still locked her up, hadn't he? They'd locked her up and sent her away and it was luck that she was here, now. Freedom was precious to her and she wasn't inclined to lose it again.
But, somehow, she had the strongest feeling that if there was anyone she could give her name to, it was this man. Black spiderwebbed over her skin, thick lines becoming thin, an intricate pattern, and she exhaled softly.