Mary laughed softly as the door closed. Hers did the same thing and it was bizarre. Even in her future, doors didn't do that.
"It's almost like some sort of weird theme hotel."
Almost. If you could ignore the fact that they weren't on the road and they hadn't come here by choice.
She reached out hesitantly, her fingers tracing the visible part of the scar before her palm rested over his heart. She would take her hand back soon, but she just needed to feel that heartbeat for a moment. Once she had, she pulled her hand back with a smile that was only half-apology for the touch.