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The Balladeer ([personal profile] singthesong) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream 2015-02-02 02:16 am (UTC)

That makes as much sense as anything.

He takes the shirt, turning it over to frown at the bloodstains soaked through one side of it. "Right..." he says thoughtfully, running his thumb over the darkened cloth. Maybe it's a nightmare. "Right. That makes sense. I would never have thought to try that, but - "

There's a pounding at the door, and without thought he grabs for her hand and pushes again. He doesn't know where he's going; he's never been anywhere but his usual places, and of course Manhattan now. So he just aims away, past his 'resting place' and sidestepping anything that looks familiar.

The blackness lasts longer this time, and feels heavier, but when they emerge they're ankle-deep in water, standing on the bank of a wide, unknown river. The sun is high, and all that's visible around them is the bright green of a forest - not a Wood, but more wild at least than Central Park. The Balladeer stumbles a little in surprise - that water's cold - but then laughs in delight as he looks around them. That's it! He's done it! "I have no idea where we are right now!"

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