Re: Quicklog, Clem's lakehouse: Graham R/Shane A
[Still in plaid and jeans, Graham was leaned over the crib arms resting on the edge as he watched the baby sleep. More he looked, more he thought Joy fit her real good. He hoped she'd grow up good and happy but here, caught up by the hotel, he couldn't be sure. Hell, her brother didn't even know he existed yet. And her mother? He was sure he'd gone and wrecked things there for good. Clem probably wouldn't be taking him up on his offer to see the baby anytime soon. And that was his fault, he knew it was. He'd gone back into the door with the dead folk, let the clock rewind, gone looking for his dead wife and brought a hallucination back with him.
She wasn't here now, Lore. Part of him knew that was intentional, that his mind could make her come and go, while another part of him could come up with reasons; she was downstairs, she was sleeping, she was out. Like she was real, except she wasn't. It was harder to pretend now. He'd thought it could be like before and it had been, at first, but it wasn't turning out that way.
He looked up when Shane came in, like he'd just woken up. He smiled.] Hey. [Hushed, but the baby didn't fuss much and she kept on sleeping.] Nice robe.