Ugggh. Victor races after Nathan as quickly as he can manage, because there's that awful dream feeling you get when you know something's lurking beyond the door but you just can't get your voice to scream STOP-
But there's nothing lurking. Just a woman behind the cutting board on the counter, blinking back at the arguing voices that emanate from the foyer. She looks too young to have a sixteen year old, but tired enough to have easily been a single mother with a fair share of her own burdens. The family resemblance is definitely there, glaringly apparent in both their surprised faces.
"Mom?" Victor can't figure out why he sounds so surprised- who else was he expecting. He tugs off one shoe, then the next. It's amazing how much detail there is with some parts of the dream, when the next moment they've crossed the hallway and are in the kitchen. "Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Ah, they were overstaffed, so I was cut for the night," she replies, clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth in a worried fashion. "But I thought we could have dinner together." Marianella glances skeptically around her son to the other boy, suspiciously clan in some sort of jumpsuit.
And even if they're speaking spanish, somehow Nathan can translate it perfectly.
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But there's nothing lurking. Just a woman behind the cutting board on the counter, blinking back at the arguing voices that emanate from the foyer. She looks too young to have a sixteen year old, but tired enough to have easily been a single mother with a fair share of her own burdens. The family resemblance is definitely there, glaringly apparent in both their surprised faces.
"Mom?" Victor can't figure out why he sounds so surprised- who else was he expecting. He tugs off one shoe, then the next. It's amazing how much detail there is with some parts of the dream, when the next moment they've crossed the hallway and are in the kitchen. "Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Ah, they were overstaffed, so I was cut for the night," she replies, clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth in a worried fashion. "But I thought we could have dinner together." Marianella glances skeptically around her son to the other boy, suspiciously clan in some sort of jumpsuit.
And even if they're speaking spanish, somehow Nathan can translate it perfectly.