Moon Knight (![]() ![]() @ 2025-01-18 23:11:00 |
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Steven was walking back towards Pickman from the supermarket, carrying a bag of groceries in one hand, and with a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes under his other arm. Jake was with him, having been drawn close to the front by all the epic cars Steven was pointing out on the way - Marc had noped out as soon as they'd stepped inside the store, and was yet to wake back up - and they were discussing the best way to pack up all the things that had arrived in between car sightings. The boxes were nowhere near enough to pack up everything, but they were a start. A Dodge Viper had just driven past, blue with two white stripes running down the middle from front to back, so Steven had slowed down to let Jake watch it approach and then drive away. It was pretty amazing-looking, almost worth bothering Marc about, and Jake was rattling off all manner of car stats to Steven who was being very kind and listening to all of the info-dump without interrupting or stopping him. Then a voice rang out, louder than almost everything else in the street, and Steven froze. "STEVEN?! Steven Grant! It is you! Oh my days, you're here!" Steven forced himself to turn round and look in the direction of the voice; his eyes widened as he spotted the woman waving frantically at him from further on down the street. Jake nudged closer, obviously recognising the voice but not the accent, and was instantly on edge when he saw her. "What are you even doing here? Did you follow me? I'll have to tell Janice, she's never going to believe it. 'What are you even on about, Wendy? Your Steven is not here in Dunwich at the same time as our bus trip!' she'll say, I bet you any money! And then I can introduce you both! Oh my goodness, love, look at you! I haven't seen you for ages!" the woman said, her accent just like Steven's and talking constantly as she approached him, before stopping about a car's length from where he was standing still and staring at her. There was nothing particularly outstanding about Wendy Grant. An attractive middle-aged woman with shoulder-length wavy hair that was more greys than dark now, and dressed for the weather, she didn't really stand out from the crowd in any way. Unless you knew that she was supposed to be dead. Jake was swearing in Spanish now, loud enough that it was almost all Steven could hear. But his alter stopped when Steven spoke. "...Mum?" "Hiya, sweetheart." |