Thirteen had initially thought that this was going to be a short, quiet morning break before she she head off. However, the sudden appearance of Kaylee took her by surprise. Given array of dressing by the picnic’s participants, it made her wonder if the picnic was a guise or euphemism for some strange comic convention that only Kutner would have known about. Who knows – he might even have taken the day off to be here if it was a convention.
Taking her seat at the table, she looked up with slight disbelief at Beauty’s introduction. Beauty? Thirteen knew better and kept her comments to herself as she looked out in the direction where Beauty pointed. Her eyes narrowed before widening in growing disbelief – a cottage. A cottage sandwiched between urban buildings. She sought to contain her own growing panic and anxiety behind a sip of her decaffeinated coffee – where was she? Was she tripping on something? All the questions troubled her but ironically calmed her down as she realized that her mental faculties were still processing as normal which ruled out the use of hallucinogens or any still within her system and the lack of sharp pain in her head which ruled out possible concussion. Realizing belatedly that it was very rude of her to remain silent, she quickly set her beverage down on the table and nodded in reply. “Dr Remy Hadley but you can call me Remy.” No Thirteen – after all, it was an exclusive sobriquet used by House and the Ducklings within the walls of Princeton-Plainsboro.
Raising her hand self-consciously to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “I don’t live here.” She said as she watched the other woman before tentatively asking, “Sorry, you wouldn’t happen to know how long a drive it is from here to Princeton-Plainsboro?” Thirteen was too preoccupied with the fact that she was going to be very late to work to realize that she had skipped over Beauty’s comments about the weather. To her, she didn’t think it would be more than 2 hours out since she –does- remember being at the bar till closing time.
Pardon me, Ladies
Her hand shook just as she was about to take a sip from her mug again but instead, some of her coffee went straight onto the table as she heard the voice in her head and watched stunned as a cat languidly strolled across the table as though he was the one who spoke.