Cass knows where the train station is. How to get there from the gas station.
(Weird how they're both called "stations". Is it because cars and trains stop at them? People get in and out?)
It's not too far. Maybe... twice the distance from the farm to the gas station. A little more. She pictures the station in her mind. It'll be... not having a lot of people. She instinctively noted all the best vantage points when she walked through. The dark corners to hide in. The places to escape through.
There's a service corridor off of the place where people get on and off the train. The door was propped open by a brick. It's perfect.
She grabs Tim's arm.]
Mark.
[She steps forward. Pictures the doorway in her head. Focusing. Con-sent-trate-ing. The shadows meet her step. They cover them both. She closes her eyes.
Her foot makes contact on tile. She opens her eyes. Sees the propped-open doorway leading to the station. Grins. Turns to Tim.. She looks equally smug and excited.
Then the exhaustion hits. She stumbles, a little, losing balance. She's forced to lean against the wall.
She feels... empty. Drained. Tired. She can't collapse here. She needs to get Tim back. But her limbs are... heavy. Her insides ache. She groans.]
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Cass knows where the train station is. How to get there from the gas station.
(Weird how they're both called "stations". Is it because cars and trains stop at them? People get in and out?)
It's not too far. Maybe... twice the distance from the farm to the gas station. A little more. She pictures the station in her mind. It'll be... not having a lot of people. She instinctively noted all the best vantage points when she walked through. The dark corners to hide in. The places to escape through.
There's a service corridor off of the place where people get on and off the train. The door was propped open by a brick. It's perfect.
She grabs Tim's arm.]
Mark.
[She steps forward. Pictures the doorway in her head. Focusing. Con-sent-trate-ing. The shadows meet her step. They cover them both. She closes her eyes.
Her foot makes contact on tile. She opens her eyes. Sees the propped-open doorway leading to the station. Grins. Turns to Tim.. She looks equally smug and excited.
Then the exhaustion hits. She stumbles, a little, losing balance. She's forced to lean against the wall.
She feels... empty. Drained. Tired. She can't collapse here. She needs to get Tim back. But her limbs are... heavy. Her insides ache. She groans.]