lady_bols: (s3 modern listening)
A saloon bar.  That's what he'd told her.  They have a saloon bar, a place for proper ladies to sit, and eat and drink without having to be disturbed by the smoke and coarse language of men.   Somewhere there's a juke box playing, and she can hear laughter.  There are people here, people she should know.  And somehow she knows, it's just gone quitting time.  Nothing to worry about here.  Molly is safe, and in the land of the living.  She'll heal, in time.  That little truth is small comfort to Alex.  

The other truth is no comfort at all.  But it's real and for once, she doesn't have any questions.  It's hard, but simple fact that she, Alex, is no longer among them.  The living.  She's here now, where the atmosphere is warm, welcoming, and she should be ready to take her place among the contented souls of the dead.

And yet... )

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