[ This isn’t the world as Darlene remembers seeing it last. She had been nowhere near the ocean, and while the world had definitely been in the midsts of plunging into chaos, it wasn’t this kind of chaos. The chaos that she remembers isn’t nearly as tangible as this is -- there wasn’t agonizing screams, or battered bodies, or any of the burning debris.
She remembers financial chaos. White-collar kind of chaos. Chaos that she had some modicum of control over.
(Then again, did anyone have any real control in this world?)
There’s nothing familiar. No high rise buildings, no hustling and bustling population, this is about as far from New York City as she can get. But then she spots him, the one constant in the whirlwind that has been her entire life. The one person that she’s always counted on, the one person that’s been there despite it all -- and even in times he may not have wanted to be. She's as devoted to him as she is to their cause.
The bottoms of his hoodie sleeves are a little tattered, but there's of course the hood pulled up over his head. She would recognize him anywhere. ]
Elliot!
[ She closes the distance between them as quickly as her legs will carry her, stopping just short of the other and looking him over. ]
It’s really you? Are you okay?
[ Cause very little else looks okay around them. ]
C-c-c-crash landing!
She remembers financial chaos. White-collar kind of chaos. Chaos that she had some modicum of control over.
(Then again, did anyone have any real control in this world?)
There’s nothing familiar. No high rise buildings, no hustling and bustling population, this is about as far from New York City as she can get. But then she spots him, the one constant in the whirlwind that has been her entire life. The one person that she’s always counted on, the one person that’s been there despite it all -- and even in times he may not have wanted to be. She's as devoted to him as she is to their cause.
The bottoms of his hoodie sleeves are a little tattered, but there's of course the hood pulled up over his head. She would recognize him anywhere. ]
Elliot!
[ She closes the distance between them as quickly as her legs will carry her, stopping just short of the other and looking him over. ]
It’s really you? Are you okay?
[ Cause very little else looks okay around them. ]
What the hell is going on?