Re: dreamland: becky/crane
He didn't say anything for a long while, watching recognition flit across her face. Jonathan knew this woman, or at least he believed he did, though connecting those memories to anything he was familiar with was proving to be near impossible. But there was something there, something that drew them together, even if he couldn't name it.
As she stepped forward, he stood, tall and gangly, all long lines and harsh angles. There was nothing decidedly attractive about the individual parts, though together, they somehow worked, even if his appearance was far from conventional, acceptable norms. She, on the other hand, was beautiful, even he could see that much. But physical attraction? He wasn't entirely sure about that.
So there came a nod of his head, and as she paused, the second part of her question was voiced. We.
"Another version of who you once knew?" he offered as an answer, though he wasn't sure he believed it himself. It seemed logical, and he wasn't in a position to ask too many questions. "Was his name Jonathan Crane?" A tilt of his head, the world around them shifting and pulling yet again. An office. Hardwood desk, old furnishings. Worn in and comfortable. On the desk there was a nameplate: Dr. Jonathan Crane, MD. There was a rattle outside, people yelling, screaming, then silence, heavy and complete. He was nonplussed by it all, composed with his hands clasped behind his back, awaiting her answer.