[arcade: hannah, david, eddie]
Hannah wasn't worried about this meeting. Maybe she should be, but she wasn't. It wasn't even that her sense of self-preservation was poor, but she knew David wasn't interested in hurting her. He was a murderer, and he was maybe dead, but he didn't want to hurt her. Some people might say that was naivete, but she didn't feel very naive as she approached the arcade in cap sleeves and black. The night was balmy, and the weather kept doing really strange things, but it was nice tonight, and she didn't wear a jacket.
She was in a good mood. She'd decided on a job at Hookerville, and she'd gotten a trailer that had been abandoned by a girl that liked colors. She wondered what had happened to the girl that had painted the walls of the old airstream in bright yellows and oranges, but she was mostly just pleased that she'd be able to start putting away some money. She couldn't afford her motel room anymore, and all her money from New York was gone, and she needed an income that didn't involve the government and paperwork, and now she had that.
So, Hannah was in a really good mood, and she was at the arcade door and knocking, and then she heard the whistle. She could tell it wasn't a real mourning dove, though she wasn't sure how or why. But she knew, and she glanced toward the sound. "Come on. Come out of the dark. Come inside." Eddie knew she was coming, so she pushed the door open and stepped inside with dainty steps, and she always thought the arcade looked like a magical place of wonder and whimsy. Step, step, and she held the door open.