"Something's seriously wrong here," Isabel said. Glimpses of emotion were making themselves felt around the edges of her mind. Not her emotions. Worry, mostly, and a sense of impending... impendingness.
"Something's going to happen. Not much time. I assume something is going to happen here, which is why they're moving stuff away." She looked around. "Can't hurt to follow suit." Her gaze turned to the kitchen cupboards. With a sharp gesture, she flung the doors open and pulled all their contents off the shelves and onto the floor. She dug through the pile to find the dish towels.
"Right, let's bundle up the stuff that'll keep. We might be needing it."
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Date: 2007-06-28 08:45 pm (UTC)"Something's going to happen. Not much time. I assume something is going to happen here, which is why they're moving stuff away." She looked around. "Can't hurt to follow suit." Her gaze turned to the kitchen cupboards. With a sharp gesture, she flung the doors open and pulled all their contents off the shelves and onto the floor. She dug through the pile to find the dish towels.
"Right, let's bundle up the stuff that'll keep. We might be needing it."