"Biscuits sound grand," Ami agreed after aligning her brain to realize what Millie meant by biscuits. It came easily enough, which given what she read in her journal, didn't surprise her. Evidently Ami had quite a number of Yank friends and spent a great deal of time teleporting (!) across the pond.
Millie's question took her by surprise, although it shouldn't have. Given their current state, of course people were going to have questions of the very few who might have answers: those who had journals.
Ami chewed her lip, not wanting to lie, but not wishing to give anyone else a bad case of "freaked out" like she did Scott. Fortunately, she had Chloe's revelation about the kidnapping - (Who'd want to kidnap me? Why?) - as a temporary distraction.
"Well, I now know why I had about a week where I didn't write anything," Ami nodded in Chloe's direction. "I guess being kidnapped kept me busy." She gave a weak, forced laugh, far more disturbed by the prospect of being kidnapped than she wanted to let on. Ami caught her reflection in the stove top and instinctively touched the lock of gray hair. (Is that where this came from? Is that what I was healing from? What made me sick? What did they do to me? Who did it?)
"I wrote that a lot of people here are different," Ami continued in an effort to distract herself from unpleasant thoughts. "Having unique abilities and all. But . . ." Ami stopped stirring for a moment, "I didn't write about you, Millie. Not that I think I wrote about everyone, but if you're one of the freaks -- and I think my lovely display of collapse earlier puts me squarely in that category so I can say it without offending anyone -- I didn't know it or didn't write about it . . ."
Ami trailed off then recalled Millie -- and Daisy -- seeing and talking to a man that no one else could see. In the later entries with the brief updates, she'd marked that Daisy was a Grim Reaper like "George." Of course that went with the confusing notations early on that George -- whomever she was -- was dead. Undead. But not a vampire. Ami had been confused writing it, and she wasn't any less confused now.
But maybe Millie was George? Plenty of people went by their middle names or nicknames, especially if they hated their given names. She knew that MB did, how did she know that anyone else didn't?
"Maybe," Ami looked at Millie consideringly. "What's your last name, Millie? Or you middle name? Gould it be ... well, I don't know, something that you might abbreviate to George?"
(And then what? What if she says, yes? You're going to tell her she's dead?)
Ami figured she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
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Date: 2007-03-18 11:31 pm (UTC)Millie's question took her by surprise, although it shouldn't have. Given their current state, of course people were going to have questions of the very few who might have answers: those who had journals.
Ami chewed her lip, not wanting to lie, but not wishing to give anyone else a bad case of "freaked out" like she did Scott. Fortunately, she had Chloe's revelation about the kidnapping - (Who'd want to kidnap me? Why?) - as a temporary distraction.
"Well, I now know why I had about a week where I didn't write anything," Ami nodded in Chloe's direction. "I guess being kidnapped kept me busy." She gave a weak, forced laugh, far more disturbed by the prospect of being kidnapped than she wanted to let on. Ami caught her reflection in the stove top and instinctively touched the lock of gray hair. (Is that where this came from? Is that what I was healing from? What made me sick? What did they do to me? Who did it?)
"I wrote that a lot of people here are different," Ami continued in an effort to distract herself from unpleasant thoughts. "Having unique abilities and all. But . . ." Ami stopped stirring for a moment, "I didn't write about you, Millie. Not that I think I wrote about everyone, but if you're one of the freaks -- and I think my lovely display of collapse earlier puts me squarely in that category so I can say it without offending anyone -- I didn't know it or didn't write about it . . ."
Ami trailed off then recalled Millie -- and Daisy -- seeing and talking to a man that no one else could see. In the later entries with the brief updates, she'd marked that Daisy was a Grim Reaper like "George." Of course that went with the confusing notations early on that George -- whomever she was -- was dead. Undead. But not a vampire. Ami had been confused writing it, and she wasn't any less confused now.
But maybe Millie was George? Plenty of people went by their middle names or nicknames, especially if they hated their given names. She knew that MB did, how did she know that anyone else didn't?
"Maybe," Ami looked at Millie consideringly. "What's your last name, Millie? Or you middle name? Gould it be ... well, I don't know, something that you might abbreviate to George?"
(And then what? What if she says, yes? You're going to tell her she's dead?)
Ami figured she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.