Who: Nathan Meadowes-Fenwick & Imogen Vance. What: REUNION. Where: Where they get food. When: Uhh, after..her..journal entry... Rating: PG. Status: INCOMPLETE.
His mother didn't know who he was. His father didn't know who he was. His sibling and 'cousins' remembered him--but differently. No one remembered him as twelve-year-old Nathan, with a best friend and a penchant for new and exciting things (when he wasn't entirely immersed in lore or a Sherlock Holmes book). No one remembered him.
But Imogen was here. And she knew him!! She was his best friend! And she came from where they'd left off--even if he'd been in this weird place longer, they hadn't been apart too long and really, he could catch her up. Basically--dinosaurs.
That was it.
"IMOGEN VANCE!" he shouted, jogging toward the cafeteria, even though he wasn't entirely certain of her position. "IMP! WHERE ARE YOU?" And as his shaggy, not brushed, kind of curly in a messy way hair got in his eyes, he brushed at it with his fingers until he was thoroughly annoyed trying to catch sight of the girl he'd left behind at home.
"Are you here?" his shout went out again, though a little more deflated this time. What if he'd just..made her up? What if she wasn't actually here? A swell of desperation and fear pooled inside of him.