Annie Sawyer (thenidied) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-07-15 17:32:00 |
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Annie had been pretty confused at first, waking up was a fairly new experience for her, her back ached slightly from falling asleep in a chair but that wasn't all that important. She felt different altogether. More here, and then as she thought about it things had fallen into place. She had a heartbeat, she was breathing. She was here and she was alive again after three bloody years! She'd been about to go to and find Mitchell when her phone had beeped and she'd got into the conversation with Jaime, but she'd been headed up the baggage care most of the time, because she could change her clothes now, and frankly she really, really wanted to. One of the dresses she'd bought at the resort was still there, not surprisingly really, since it wasn't terribly suitable for the train, a dark patterned backless evening gown type affair. There were other things she needed, in fact she needed just about everything now she was living again, but that didn't really matter at the moment, all of that boring practical stuff could wait because Mitchell couldn't, well maybe he could but she couldn't. She stopped only twice on her way back down to their room, once to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and once to change into her new dress in one of the communal bathrooms, it felt important that she be already changed when she got back, she couldn't wait to see the look on Mitchell's on face. She only hoped he liked the dress, although she wasn't sure it would be staying on very long, not if she was lucky. "Mitchell," she called, from behind the door, kicking it with her foot. "Can you open the door? Only my hands are sort of full." She frowned a little at the pile of clothes in her arms, and the bottle and glasses in her hands. It wasn't exactly the entrance she wanted to make, but that part probably didn't really matter. |