Re: [Club: Hannah and Caspar]
Hannah was still standing there. Deer in headlights, mouth open, looking like she'd seen a ghost, and wasn't that funny? She was the ghost. Marcus was the ghost, and she really hoped, in this blink and miss it way, that Caspar wasn't over there thinking that if she was alive then Marcus was too. And she wasn't going to be able to tell Caspar the truth, even if she trusted him, which she didn't. But she couldn't, because she knew Caspar's father, and that man could never, never know. He'd try to buy her or something equally dreadful, and no.
But all these thoughts were born of a moment. A spark in a mind that felt like it was overloading. So many things came crashing altogether and at once. All the memories of before. All the memories of during. All the memories of after. And it was a few seconds before she blinked and breathed, and her chest felt like bursting. Hannah was a perfect replica of a human, and her body contained all the same organs and fluids in synthetic, and she could absolutely pass out on that dance floor for lack of oxygen.
And then he was there, there, there, there.
He carried fear in his gait, at least for her. She didn't talk very much about the Marcus-time, but that had been terrible, and she didn't want to think about it now. She didn't know if Caspar was the same type of demon, and she didn't even know if he knew the type of man Marcus had been, but that maybe didn't make her feel any better. She looked over her shoulder for the john who's presence suddenly seemed very desirable, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Have we?" she asked. Have we? Maybe he'd say it was a mistake and turn. She wasn't going to be able to sell him the witness protection lie, not him, not if he was still in contact with his father, and there was no reason to think he wasn't.