OOC: passing by while Damon's finding himself (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/130817.html) :)
She couldn't figure out why, but Aaron seemed pretty restless. It was as if he wanted to go somewhere, whatever that might mean. Maybe her mind was playing tricks or something. Where would a newborn baby want to go, other than wherever food, warmth, love and a dry nappy might be? To find dad? It was a possibility.
Hanging around her room with a fussy baby wasn't doing anything for Claire's frazzled mind either way, so she decided to explore a little. She'd seen a sling here someplace.. yep, that seemed to work. Time for a wander.
You never know, something might jog my memory! she thought wryly.
The bunker wasn't that big, she soon discovered. Big enough to get lost in at least once (oops), but otherwise just a never-ending run of boring corridors and mostly identical rooms. A few of them were occupied, but she didn't get the impression that many people wanted to talk right now - not without adding to her worries.
Aaron squirmed a little as Claire passed one room. She halted, wondering whether he needed something - changing, feeding.. weird how she'd suddenly slotted into the role of Mum, though she didn't think she was that good at it (yet) - but his eyes were fixated on the door beside her. Voices could be heard inside, though she couldn't hear what they were saying.. and didn't want to be nosey. Honest. Aaron was pretty insistent for such a mite though.
The baby made me do it. Heh.
Claire raised a hand and run a finger through her son's soft hair. "If this drops me into anything bad, you're in for it bub. I mean it."
He gurgled, the cheeky sod. Shaking her head, Claire smiled nervously and knocked on the door.
[Claire]
She couldn't figure out why, but Aaron seemed pretty restless. It was as if he wanted to go somewhere, whatever that might mean. Maybe her mind was playing tricks or something. Where would a newborn baby want to go, other than wherever food, warmth, love and a dry nappy might be? To find dad? It was a possibility.
Hanging around her room with a fussy baby wasn't doing anything for Claire's frazzled mind either way, so she decided to explore a little. She'd seen a sling here someplace.. yep, that seemed to work. Time for a wander.
You never know, something might jog my memory! she thought wryly.
The bunker wasn't that big, she soon discovered. Big enough to get lost in at least once (oops), but otherwise just a never-ending run of boring corridors and mostly identical rooms. A few of them were occupied, but she didn't get the impression that many people wanted to talk right now - not without adding to her worries.
Aaron squirmed a little as Claire passed one room. She halted, wondering whether he needed something - changing, feeding.. weird how she'd suddenly slotted into the role of Mum, though she didn't think she was that good at it (yet) - but his eyes were fixated on the door beside her. Voices could be heard inside, though she couldn't hear what they were saying.. and didn't want to be nosey. Honest. Aaron was pretty insistent for such a mite though.
The baby made me do it. Heh.
Claire raised a hand and run a finger through her son's soft hair. "If this drops me into anything bad, you're in for it bub. I mean it."
He gurgled, the cheeky sod. Shaking her head, Claire smiled nervously and knocked on the door.
"Hello? Anyone.. fancy a chat?"