Well it ain't so long before the dawn WHO: Shane Redson WHAT: Life is tough, emotions suck WHERE: Here, there WHEN: Monday night.
Shane hasn't looked at a clock in days. Time has no meaning for someone who has so much of it and while that might be a comforting thought for some for Shane the realization is rather horrifying. She over compensates in all the wrong ways and fills the gaps in her day with trivial tasks, things that have no bearing on anything and she knows that's wrong but there's a certain safety in it so for now she'll take it.
She went to Nome the day after James left. Alaska wasn't her home anymore but her family was there and that meant she'd always have to go back. What she found was that Eve's ghost still lingered in the walls of the house, made her mother old and the stoop in her father's shoulders more pronounced. There wasn't much to say, their grief was still too new, too sharp so Shane left the same day she arrived.
Sif's senses aren't the all encompassing things her brother Heimdall's are but she's exceptionally attuned to the sound of thunder. It's that sound followed by the lightening on the horizon that keeps her moving, makes her refuse to stop because she can't afford to crash and burn now.
The note is still on the fridge, she passes by it at least once a day because as busy as Shane pretends to be she's walking in a ever widening circle.
Today is a little different, the first step towards...she's not sure what. When she looks out the window there's nothing in the distance and the silence breaks her heart.
She takes the note down, replaces it with one from her.