[ The snort draws Hickey abruptly into focus—a hitch in the flow of the story, its scope expanding to encompass the other man. William's eyes snap him up.
There's more: the standoff with an army of defectors, a dreamscape sketched in charcoal then laid out in front of them, brilliant with color, testing the horizon. The sound of a loosed arrow, the sound as it finds its target.
There's what he said back to her.
The truth is disappointing. William doesn't, can't know if they escape—he's here. He takes a moment mustering the words, putting off the fizzling-out of the story. Then he remembers (something else Dolores said, that alley, blood on the wall): the story's his. ] Yes. [ And saying it, he believes it, feels something in his chest unknot.
William's gaze slips free of Hickey's; his twinge of a smile reappears. ] It's the how I'm still working on.
[ He sets the doll back in the train car, touches a finger to her head to steady her. He'd thought of taking her from room to room, as though that might be the way to solve this place—figure out where she fits. It doesn't seem important anymore. It's just a doll. ]
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There's more: the standoff with an army of defectors, a dreamscape sketched in charcoal then laid out in front of them, brilliant with color, testing the horizon. The sound of a loosed arrow, the sound as it finds its target.
There's what he said back to her.
The truth is disappointing. William doesn't, can't know if they escape—he's here. He takes a moment mustering the words, putting off the fizzling-out of the story. Then he remembers (something else Dolores said, that alley, blood on the wall): the story's his. ] Yes. [ And saying it, he believes it, feels something in his chest unknot.
William's gaze slips free of Hickey's; his twinge of a smile reappears. ] It's the how I'm still working on.
[ He sets the doll back in the train car, touches a finger to her head to steady her. He'd thought of taking her from room to room, as though that might be the way to solve this place—figure out where she fits. It doesn't seem important anymore. It's just a doll. ]