Hal Yorke (![]() ![]() @ 2012-03-15 01:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {annie sawyer, {hal york |
Characters: Hal and Open to anyone
When: Late Wednesday night (just before the underwater-ness!)
Location: Car 16 to start with
Warnings/Ratings: Low
Summary: Hal wakes up to suddenly find himself...on a train!?
Status: Open
Hal awoke with a start. That in itself wasn't so unusual, what with gruesome nightmares being a fairly regular occurrence. What was unusual however, was the room in which he found himself. Even in the dark it only took an instant for Hal to realize that something was very wrong. This was most certainly not the small guest room at the B&B in Barry that he'd gone to sleep in. He remained stock still, sitting upright in bed with his fingers gripping the sheets so tightly they were threatening to tear. His head was swimming. Wait, no. It was the room! The room was rocking back and forth gently, the rhythmic movement reminiscent of a-
He hadn't been on a train since...not since 1981. Leo had finally managed to convince him that he was ready for such an outing. A preposterous idea. He'd barely lasted twenty minutes before the claustrophobic seats and the giggling teenagers and the prodding stewardesses and the sound of heartbeats all around him completely did his head in. Things hadn't ended well. Least of all for the yapping Pomeranian that'd been stuffed into a small kennel sat beside an old woman just behind him....
Panic set in. How was this possible? Where the hell was he? And more importantly, where were Annie and Tom? What if there were other passengers on this train!? He couldn't be here, not on his own. Not without someone here to look after him, to keep him distracted enough so that he didn't hurt anyone. He wasn't in any way prepared to be on his own like this all of the sudden. There was too much that could go wrong.
The covers were off and Hal was at the door to the cabin in the blink of an eye, his fingers brushing the handle. He hesitated, torn between the intense desire to flee and the need to keep himself sequestered away. While the latter was clearly the safer, easier answer, Hal knew it was also the least logical. What if Annie and Tom were here too? He had to find out what was going on and how to get back. Slipping a shaking hand into his pocket he produced a worn domino, comforted a bit by the knowledge that it at least was still in its proper place. Rapidly passing the small plastic piece back and forth between deft fingers, he took a moment to steel himself. Then he flung open the door and hurried down the unfamiliar hallway towards the next car.