Mary Campbell sold her son to Satan for love. (angelichunter) wrote in payline, |
Mary shook her head. "I don't think it's a dream." She'd ruled that out too. Of course Mary knew of things that Diana probably didn't, but she wasn't going to mention anything right now. She had to feel this place out. She had to know if there were other hunters here.
The longer that she could be distracted, the better. John wasn't here. Her parents were dead. If she stopped for even five seconds then all of that pain would come back, and she could not even handle it. She had to keep moving. She listened to Diana, and looked around as they walked. This was a lot to take in, she didn't really know what to think of being in the future. That wasn't normal even by her standards.
"I'm pretty open minded." Mary told her. She didn't want to expand on that just yet. "I guess I'd have to be now, showing up here and all." It was so beyond weird and random. And she would definitely have to investigate. "I appreciate you showing me around. How long has this been happening?" That was her main question. That was something she'd need to use in her investigations.