Date: 2008-05-10 05:51 am (UTC)
She'd forgotten about that. The door. What if it moves? Maybe she should stay here, pretend to leave with the others and then try to come back, follow him, clear the way to New York, pull a fast one, or at least watch the damn door.

No.

That won't work.

Her head turns, so she can whisper into his ear.

"You better."

If he doesn't, she may have to eventually violate space-time, come back here, and take out her anger on all the undead walking around.

"Tom."

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