[ This was supposed to be a quiet day of rest and prayer, to find some measure of peace after the horrors they saw yesterday, but when she wakes Thomasin finds that will be impossible.
Stay here with Burt!
Caleb, no!
I'll be straight back!
It was not a dream. She knows that for certain. It was a memory, and it ended with the horse throwing her and blackness swallowing her whole. When she wakes, she opens her mouth to scream, and then realizes she's sitting up in her bed and not lying on the forest floor. Her irrational mind still tells her to call for him. She must find Caleb. She must stop him from going further into the wood.
Instead, she takes a very long, very hot shower. Anyone who passes by can probably hear her muttering prayers, the words low and indistinct under the sound of running water.
She rationalizes that exploring the new rooms is hardly work in the same way that, say, pressing on further into the woods would be work, and as such will be acceptable. So she uses the teleporter, either with someone to be certain she won't make an error or, with trepidation, by herself, and she sets to examining each in turn. In one sense, it works as the distraction it was meant to be; she cannot forget Caleb, but as she goes on and sees more and more that is new to her she does begin to forget about the Sabbath.
In the music room, she spends time admiring all of the instruments, from the gleam of well-kept wood to the light reflecting off the metal flutes and brass, but she stops at the recorders. ]
Why ever have we so many?
[ In the diner, she gives a similar look-over to the jukebox, which backfires when her fiddling about ends up selecting a song and a strident WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP (not the one you're thinking of) starts up. She stifles a squeak and beats a hasty retreat to the counter, where she sits on a stool, looks at the pies, looks at the menu, and sighs. The sight of someone else is welcome, and after greeting them she'll ask: ]
What would you choose?
[ Thankfully it's a while between her eating and her checking out the zero-gravity room, because she comes in to a.) someone else already using it and, more pertinently, b.) the gravity off. She's off immediately, and only barely manages to grab a handhold. Help? ]
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Stay here with Burt!
Caleb, no!
I'll be straight back!
It was not a dream. She knows that for certain. It was a memory, and it ended with the horse throwing her and blackness swallowing her whole. When she wakes, she opens her mouth to scream, and then realizes she's sitting up in her bed and not lying on the forest floor. Her irrational mind still tells her to call for him. She must find Caleb. She must stop him from going further into the wood.
Instead, she takes a very long, very hot shower. Anyone who passes by can probably hear her muttering prayers, the words low and indistinct under the sound of running water.
She rationalizes that exploring the new rooms is hardly work in the same way that, say, pressing on further into the woods would be work, and as such will be acceptable. So she uses the teleporter, either with someone to be certain she won't make an error or, with trepidation, by herself, and she sets to examining each in turn. In one sense, it works as the distraction it was meant to be; she cannot forget Caleb, but as she goes on and sees more and more that is new to her she does begin to forget about the Sabbath.
In the music room, she spends time admiring all of the instruments, from the gleam of well-kept wood to the light reflecting off the metal flutes and brass, but she stops at the recorders. ]
Why ever have we so many?
[ In the diner, she gives a similar look-over to the jukebox, which backfires when her fiddling about ends up selecting a song and a strident WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP WOMP (not the one you're thinking of) starts up. She stifles a squeak and beats a hasty retreat to the counter, where she sits on a stool, looks at the pies, looks at the menu, and sighs. The sight of someone else is welcome, and after greeting them she'll ask: ]
What would you choose?
[ Thankfully it's a while between her eating and her checking out the zero-gravity room, because she comes in to a.) someone else already using it and, more pertinently, b.) the gravity off. She's off immediately, and only barely manages to grab a handhold. Help? ]