Re: Brian and Brianna and Open
Her fingers tightened their grip on his hands as she steadied herself, swallowing hard. She started to reach out, through the torrent, and steadily move through what was seemingly surrounding her. Instead of fighting it, instead of trying to avoid what was entering she eased the way for it, as if opening a way to a space for what was coming. And it came.
A number of images pushed their way to the fore, and Brianna found herself reacting to them, as if there in the scene. The keyboard, and the crowd rocking along had her mentally humming along, the carpet's odours drew a roll of the eyes and her nose screwing up, and the moving of equipment again and again sent her business mind into manager mode. All things that didn't really surprise her as they came and went. They were her own reactions.
But then it changed. It was the other scenes, his sister whom she'd already 'met' previously that had her push a message back toward him. 'Call her. Call Angie.' It wasn't something she consciously thought, and she had no idea why or where the suggestion came from, but it was insistent, powerful.
And then a tightening in her stomach when the farmhouse appeared, where shadows lay in places they shouldn't on a bright day. 'Things have changed.' As if something had reached out, plucked those memories out in particular, and taken her a step further down the track, giving her more, things beyond his own memories, things he needed to hear, and she was just the conduit.