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darker_london2014-07-27 01:16 pm
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You might never be coming home (Zoe, Cai, Peter, others?)
Zoe took a taxi back to Cai's to pick him up. He didn't want to take the car today; he didn't trust himself to drive. Not after Zoe told him what they were going to be doing. They sat in the back of the taxi together and didn't touch and barely talked.
"It's going to be really bad, isn't it?" Cai asked, though he'd seen Peter's warning. Of course it was going to be bad.
"We might see something that can help," Zoe said, though she didn't sound hopeful. The day had drained all that out of her. It might come back, but she doubted it would be tonight. Tonight was just going to get worse and worse.
"Dom was at the doctors today," Cai said, after a couple of blocks of silence. Zoe turned to look at him, her attention a question. "He's looking really good," Cai said. "It's the quietest of heart murmurs."
"That's good," Zoe said.
Cai shook his head slowly. It wasn't that he didn't think it was good news; it was. But. "But there's still going to be a funeral," he said.
"You don't know that," Zoe was whispering. "When was the last time we had that vision?"
Cai shrugged, shaking his head again.
"Getting him to the doctor might have changed things enough."
"Maybe," said Cai.
They rode in silence the rest of the way to Peter's. It wasn't far.
Cai climbed out of the taxi and looked up at Peter's house, pulling his hands into his sleeves though it wasn't cold. Zoe paid the taxi and stood beside him for a moment. "Ready?" she asked.
"Ha ha ha," said Cai, but followed her up the driveway and into the house. Zoe let herself in, not wanting to announce herself by knocking, and made her way to Peter's office.
"It's going to be really bad, isn't it?" Cai asked, though he'd seen Peter's warning. Of course it was going to be bad.
"We might see something that can help," Zoe said, though she didn't sound hopeful. The day had drained all that out of her. It might come back, but she doubted it would be tonight. Tonight was just going to get worse and worse.
"Dom was at the doctors today," Cai said, after a couple of blocks of silence. Zoe turned to look at him, her attention a question. "He's looking really good," Cai said. "It's the quietest of heart murmurs."
"That's good," Zoe said.
Cai shook his head slowly. It wasn't that he didn't think it was good news; it was. But. "But there's still going to be a funeral," he said.
"You don't know that," Zoe was whispering. "When was the last time we had that vision?"
Cai shrugged, shaking his head again.
"Getting him to the doctor might have changed things enough."
"Maybe," said Cai.
They rode in silence the rest of the way to Peter's. It wasn't far.
Cai climbed out of the taxi and looked up at Peter's house, pulling his hands into his sleeves though it wasn't cold. Zoe paid the taxi and stood beside him for a moment. "Ready?" she asked.
"Ha ha ha," said Cai, but followed her up the driveway and into the house. Zoe let herself in, not wanting to announce herself by knocking, and made her way to Peter's office.
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It felt a little like falling at first, and then there it was. Flashes of those disgusting images playing out in front of him again, like someone had hit rewind on his brain.
Danny sat at the foot of a bed, curled in on himself. His leg was chained to one of the posts and he clearly couldn't get away. He looked thin and pale, and there was a long gash on his left cheek. His hands and feet were bandaged, though there was no explanation as to why. Only Danny, chained and crying-
-Greg's fingers laced themselves in Danny's hair as he pressed the younger boy into the mattress and Danny cried out-
-Danny was being shoved towards a black chest and immediately he started to scream. "No! No, don't put me back in there!" Greg, however, was unyielding and Danny was pushed unceremoniously into the chest. "NO! Stop! I'll be good, please! Please don't lock me in!" As the lid of the chest was closed and locked, marks that were clearly made by fingernails scratching against it could be seen-
There was more, but Peter's breath became shallow and he tried so hard to slow it all down. There had to be some detail somewhere they could use to find the poor boy.