Her smile had grown bigger – if that was even possible – when he said it was good to see her. Shifting in the chair so that she faced him while still curled up, she absently played with the pen she was holding as he spoke. Fred’s smile started to fade as his words somewhat sunk in, and her eyes widened with every sentence. The thought of something pulling her to yet another dimension terrified her, and she squeezed herself harder to keep from trembling.
When he finished, Fred reluctantly let herself go to draw the paper and pen back in front of her, despite the fact that her stomach now felt as if it were full of lead. And butterflies. Butterflies with lead wings that fluttered as helplessly as her heart was at the moment while she struggled to deal with what Angel had said. Finally, she ducked her head and flipped to a clean page, scribbling out numbers and letters as she spoke. “Balance – yes, that would make sense, because things always have to be balanced one way or another, or else the scales tip and that’s never a pretty sight, not that scales tipped over might not be pretty, I guess the could be, but you have to have equal sides to an equation to figure out the answer and make everything add up….but I’m still missing pieces of my own equation.” The last part was said quieter as her head furrowed a little, before she looked back up at him again.