[ and truthfully, if he asked, karen wouldn't hesitate. she doesn't even consider herself that knowledgeable - except that she did learn how to drive stick, does know how to change a flat tire, can change her oil if it's the same car she'd been using back home. they're all basics, all things she wouldn't consider herself an expert in, but once she realizes where amos is coming from, she might have to rethink.
she would like to be able to help him. would probably really enjoy the drive and feeling like things she's taken for granted for a long time could help someone else.
but all of that is far beyond karen's thoughts now, just as the figure moves in the darkness. they both are pounding the glass, so hard that she's shocked it doesn't break. still, it doesn't seem to work, they can't hear them, so karen pulls away to start looking around them near the window for anything she can find. a vent? maybe a light switch? amos is flashing his keys which sends a surge of hope through her - a good idea - but... ]
Shit. Shit. [ she's a little frantic now, but it's better than the weight, the overwhelming dread. now there is something to reach for. something to do, and-
there. she gasps a little when she sees the figure heading towards them, her eyes wide. ] Oh my god, they're- [ that's when her companion turns to her- god, she doesn't even know his name, but they're in this now. they're here, and someone is coming to them, and he grabs her arm.
the binder. ] Yes! Wait- shit- [ she just had it, she just had it, but for a brief, terrible moment she can't remember where she put it down. it's less than a second of her frantic, terrified, panicked before she sees it on the table right to her side.
whatever it was that amos was feeling, he's right. just having it back in her hands is grounding, centering her. when her eyes meet his, she smiles, hopeful, before turning to the window and opening it up on the page they need to communicate, and gesturing to the man whose face is against the glass. she says it aloud, even when she knows he can't hear her. ]
This is the code- here. This- yeah. Can you remember? Yes, okay, it opens the door. This- yeah, this needs to open. [ the water is filling, and she can't tell if it's because they're closer, they're almost there, or something else, but part of her thinks it might be rising.
she turns the page over for the man to read the instructions, about the key pad, and she points down the hall. the man outside the window nods, quickly, and takes off in a sprint and karen and amos are left alone again. ]
Okay. [ she says more to herself, closing the binder and using her other hand to wipe her wet hair out of her face. ] Okay. [ she turns back to him, a little uncertain, but stubborn. settled. ] Now we wait.
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she would like to be able to help him. would probably really enjoy the drive and feeling like things she's taken for granted for a long time could help someone else.
but all of that is far beyond karen's thoughts now, just as the figure moves in the darkness. they both are pounding the glass, so hard that she's shocked it doesn't break. still, it doesn't seem to work, they can't hear them, so karen pulls away to start looking around them near the window for anything she can find. a vent? maybe a light switch? amos is flashing his keys which sends a surge of hope through her - a good idea - but... ]
Shit. Shit. [ she's a little frantic now, but it's better than the weight, the overwhelming dread. now there is something to reach for. something to do, and-
there. she gasps a little when she sees the figure heading towards them, her eyes wide. ] Oh my god, they're- [ that's when her companion turns to her- god, she doesn't even know his name, but they're in this now. they're here, and someone is coming to them, and he grabs her arm.
the binder. ] Yes! Wait- shit- [ she just had it, she just had it, but for a brief, terrible moment she can't remember where she put it down. it's less than a second of her frantic, terrified, panicked before she sees it on the table right to her side.
whatever it was that amos was feeling, he's right. just having it back in her hands is grounding, centering her. when her eyes meet his, she smiles, hopeful, before turning to the window and opening it up on the page they need to communicate, and gesturing to the man whose face is against the glass. she says it aloud, even when she knows he can't hear her. ]
This is the code- here. This- yeah. Can you remember? Yes, okay, it opens the door. This- yeah, this needs to open. [ the water is filling, and she can't tell if it's because they're closer, they're almost there, or something else, but part of her thinks it might be rising.
she turns the page over for the man to read the instructions, about the key pad, and she points down the hall. the man outside the window nods, quickly, and takes off in a sprint and karen and amos are left alone again. ]
Okay. [ she says more to herself, closing the binder and using her other hand to wipe her wet hair out of her face. ] Okay. [ she turns back to him, a little uncertain, but stubborn. settled. ] Now we wait.