InsaneJournal

Who: Ash
What: A narrative
Where: Ocean's Eleven -> Marvel
When: Recent
Warnings/Rating: None to speak of

[Life had a way of sweeping a person away, what with the day to day activities and everything else that filled in the gap, and somehow, Ash had gotten lost in all of that. Between Matthew, his school, the pub, and everything else, the month of September swept by before she had really realised it had happened. One day, she had been turning the calendar in the pub over to September, and before she knew it, she was flipping yet another page for October. It gave her a moment to pause, to think, and to look for the journal. She hadn't heard from her brothers in some time, nor Sam, nor anyone else, and that was curious in and of itself. Ash was sure that if something had happened, one of them would reach out to her and let her know, right? She knew about Silent Hill, about injuries, but beyond that...

But the journal, when she went to retrieve it, was nowhere to be found. She looked through every place she could think of, even asked Matthew if he had hidden it somewhere, but it just wasn't there. The door was gone too, the one leading back to the hotel.

It made her stomach turn over on itself, the fact of the missing door, but she tried not to think too hard on it. Something would happen, she told herself, to resolve this entire mess. Because she didn't want to think about being locked in a door again, like she had shortly after Matthew had been born.

A couple of days had trickled past, each with their own share of worry as she looked towards where the door had been, the closet that had led to the hotel, and then on Saturday, it finally showed itself again. Ash was quick to find a sitter for Matthew, to promise him and her that she'd be back after an errand. She just wanted to check on people, to make sure everything was fine.

Into the hotel she sent, the hallways the same as they were before, and it was a bit of a relief to have that bit normalcy back in her life. It felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The journal would show up again, she was sure of it, and she could go back to check on Matthew.

But the door that should have opened there didn't open where it had before. An unfamiliar city, bustling with activity and lights, and her standing on the sidewalk. Almost instantly, there was panic, a turn of her stomach as she moved to go back, to find the door that had disappeared once again.

Deep breaths, in and out, and she tried to make sense of things.

Something familiar. Someone familiar. She had to find it and she had to get back to her son before anything else turned over in her life.]