WHO: Alice Quinn & Quentin Coldwater WHAT: Alice watched Quentin die, and now Quentin needs to 'talk'. This is never going to end well. WHEN: Right after this WHERE: Big Rico's Pizza RATING: TBD
Alice wasn't entirely sure what to make of all of this. She'd barely been holding herself together, guilt warring with anger warring with grief warring with... something else. There was always something else because she wasn't allowed those other things. There was no room to fall apart, no space for it to happen, so she always just... sucked it down and buried it all under the something else. But now the something else was sitting in a pizza place in the middle of an unfamiliar town that she'd arrived at through undetermined means waiting to 'talk' to someone that, until a few moments before, had been very dead in her understanding of existence.
And as much as her mind was spinning with the logistics of everything, trying to come up with some backing or foundation or holding point that would have made all of this functionally possible, Alice didn't want to think too hard about the reality of all of it if it meant that Quentin wasn't dead. And maybe she was hallucinating. Maybe this was some massive manufactured fever dream that had been conjured up due to her own inability to cope. She wasn't going to entirely rule out that possibility just yet. And if things started going wavy and questionable in content and scope during this talk right before she woke up... Alice could just chalk it up as yet another messed up product of grief.
And if it didn't....
Alice was going to wait and see exactly what Quentin wanted to talk about before she finished that thought.