Re: [Road: Holly NW and Audrey C]
"Yeah, Audrey," he repeated, and he hadn't been expecting even that kinda response from Disjointed Catatonia over there. But, right, yeah. "I'm Holly. We aren't friends. You're friends with my husband. Noah. His name's Noah," he explained, and now he sounded like a disjointed fucker, as if he'd forgotten how to form a complete sentence or something. But they were nearly there, and that was what he kept reminding himself of. Sorry, Noah, if that litany was on replay in the background of the conversation.
But of course she was over there saying she'd gotten away from... something, because that was some scary shit. It was like he was living in one of the horror movies he liked, right? This was the point where the Jeep would die and some maniac with chainsaw would come running up behind the Jeep and massacre them both.
He sighed, because, seriously, he wanted a vacation from the weird. He wanted a week of nothing but good shit. He wanted to have sex with his husband. He wanted to have dinner, go to the movies, and to see the guy laugh. He wanted Noah not to cry, like, 24/7 about shit like this. He wanted town to be fucking chill for five seconds. So, in that light, he wanted Audrey to get her memories back and, you know, to remember she'd tripped and fallen and hit her head, but nothing more than that. None of that was going to happen, but he fucking wanted it to.
And the hospital was right there, just past the light on Central. Thank fucking god.