"I don't--" Melanie begins, but before she can say 'remember,' she's interrupted by the flash of cameras. Dread grips her; it's one thing for her to be spotted - Aziraphale will keep her safe - and another for Daniel to be seen with her. ROMAC might be gone, but there are people out there who remember what she is, and know how dangerous she can be. They might still be looking for her, and Daniel isn't as well-hidden as she is.
"Let's go," she says, taking his hand and tugging him away from the cameras. She doesn't recognize the neighborhood. Their building could be across the island or a mere block away. It doesn't matter; she can pray for help, just as soon as they're far enough from all the bustle. She definitely doesn't want her angel showing up on camera with her, too. What if Lucifer's watching?
There's a narrow, dark alleyway that looks suitably deserted, and Melanie pulls Daniel toward it with a hushed, "This way." But once she steps through, everything changes. The alleyway is gone, replaced by a bright, broad avenue. Everything looks clean and tidy, almost impossibly so. This neighborhood feels as far removed from Manhattan as Manhattan does from her universe's ruins of London. Melanie stills, taking it all in with wide eyes. She won't even have to worry about watching her step, here. Even the road is spotless.
"Oh!" Melanie turns to look up at Daniel. "We're dreaming, aren't we?" That would explain everything (and be an enormous relief).
A muffled, indignant, "Hey!" draws her attention to a nearby trashcan, and Melanie blinks as the lid lifts, revealing a large, shaggy, green head. A pair of bulbous eyes glares at both of them, and the creature opens its unnaturally wide mouth and snaps, "Can you keep it down out here? I'm trying to take a nap."
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"Let's go," she says, taking his hand and tugging him away from the cameras. She doesn't recognize the neighborhood. Their building could be across the island or a mere block away. It doesn't matter; she can pray for help, just as soon as they're far enough from all the bustle. She definitely doesn't want her angel showing up on camera with her, too. What if Lucifer's watching?
There's a narrow, dark alleyway that looks suitably deserted, and Melanie pulls Daniel toward it with a hushed, "This way." But once she steps through, everything changes. The alleyway is gone, replaced by a bright, broad avenue. Everything looks clean and tidy, almost impossibly so. This neighborhood feels as far removed from Manhattan as Manhattan does from her universe's ruins of London. Melanie stills, taking it all in with wide eyes. She won't even have to worry about watching her step, here. Even the road is spotless.
"Oh!" Melanie turns to look up at Daniel. "We're dreaming, aren't we?" That would explain everything (and be an enormous relief).
A muffled, indignant, "Hey!" draws her attention to a nearby trashcan, and Melanie blinks as the lid lifts, revealing a large, shaggy, green head. A pair of bulbous eyes glares at both of them, and the creature opens its unnaturally wide mouth and snaps, "Can you keep it down out here? I'm trying to take a nap."