She was driving, she knew that much for sure- as to the rest she wasn't sure. They were on the road, a road, wait a damn minute! They?
Now she was braking, and skidding and stopping.
Wide eyed she looked around to find the man she called Walker looking at her in puzzlement.
She looked back out at the road. she made herself relax her hand from their death grip on the steering wheel. her stomach churned. The road came into focus as did the houses on either side of it. Residential, they were in a suburb. Her suburb... she was driving these men back to her house.
Count to 20 Maggie.
Count to 20 and calmly turn the car around and go to the police station and tell them that she had found 3 naked men on the side of the road. Then for some reason felt compelled to take them to Walmart to buy them clothes and then everything had gone wrong- so wrong and now she was fu-
Walker put his hand on hers and she felt the heat jump into her arm. She glared at him defiantly but her sudden flare of anger melted and she deflated like a stuck balloon.
The police would find her on the side of the road later, Maggie the deflated beach float.
So she looked back at the road tried to count to two and gave up, leaned her head forward and sobbed.
Mars considered this odd creature that his mind kept insisting was a woman- which was something similar to... what? Then the word/thoughts formed into meaning. He would have told the Trace that his mind stopped being the other and became human- if the Trace had been there to talk to. The Trace was gone, perhaps to never return but it had told him that it would come with him before the exile before it had gone silent. He must be... patient, the word had meaning now. he considered it then looked back at the woman.
She was in pain, she needed something more that touch. What should he do? What would he have done for his own... mate (that was the word but it had no meaning for he had no such thing before the exile). He had one thing or rather one other thing before the exile. It had given him comfort when before had had begun the Walk. His new mind began to make associations of a human woman who had held him aloft when his life had begun and- sounded- no, spoken his name.
"Mags."
She continued to cry in a way very similar to Fijbold- perhaps this was like (sorrow). He had done this by now being able to adapt to this new world, new form quick enough.
"Mags."
'What?" She stopped making the noises. The woman, Mags leaned her head against the round thing that must control the transport.
"Mags." What do you say to an stranger (alien)?
She looked up, her face had gone from (nice) to look at to wet and with dark marks all around her (eyes) and (lips?) and other parts that were not translating. She looked at him for a long time then
"How do you know my name?"
"The other said that word and you responded in the container where you were looking through the coverings."
"Huh?"
"I do not know the- erm- words right. But he- the other who chased-" (it was chased he was sure of that) "-Fijbold around the transport."
She blinked at him a few times, then suddenly reached out a touched the coverings he wore before leaning back in and making a new noise that was like the crying but harsher and more abrupt.
"Where did you get those clothes?" She said.
Now she was braking, and skidding and stopping.
Wide eyed she looked around to find the man she called Walker looking at her in puzzlement.
She looked back out at the road. she made herself relax her hand from their death grip on the steering wheel. her stomach churned. The road came into focus as did the houses on either side of it. Residential, they were in a suburb. Her suburb... she was driving these men back to her house.
Count to 20 Maggie.
Count to 20 and calmly turn the car around and go to the police station and tell them that she had found 3 naked men on the side of the road. Then for some reason felt compelled to take them to Walmart to buy them clothes and then everything had gone wrong- so wrong and now she was fu-
Walker put his hand on hers and she felt the heat jump into her arm. She glared at him defiantly but her sudden flare of anger melted and she deflated like a stuck balloon.
The police would find her on the side of the road later, Maggie the deflated beach float.
So she looked back at the road tried to count to two and gave up, leaned her head forward and sobbed.
Mars considered this odd creature that his mind kept insisting was a woman- which was something similar to... what? Then the word/thoughts formed into meaning. He would have told the Trace that his mind stopped being the other and became human- if the Trace had been there to talk to. The Trace was gone, perhaps to never return but it had told him that it would come with him before the exile before it had gone silent. He must be... patient, the word had meaning now. he considered it then looked back at the woman.
She was in pain, she needed something more that touch. What should he do? What would he have done for his own... mate (that was the word but it had no meaning for he had no such thing before the exile). He had one thing or rather one other thing before the exile. It had given him comfort when before had had begun the Walk. His new mind began to make associations of a human woman who had held him aloft when his life had begun and- sounded- no, spoken his name.
"Mags."
She continued to cry in a way very similar to Fijbold- perhaps this was like (sorrow). He had done this by now being able to adapt to this new world, new form quick enough.
"Mags."
'What?" She stopped making the noises. The woman, Mags leaned her head against the round thing that must control the transport.
"Mags." What do you say to an stranger (alien)?
She looked up, her face had gone from (nice) to look at to wet and with dark marks all around her (eyes) and (lips?) and other parts that were not translating. She looked at him for a long time then
"How do you know my name?"
"The other said that word and you responded in the container where you were looking through the coverings."
"Huh?"
"I do not know the- erm- words right. But he- the other who chased-" (it was chased he was sure of that) "-Fijbold around the transport."
She blinked at him a few times, then suddenly reached out a touched the coverings he wore before leaning back in and making a new noise that was like the crying but harsher and more abrupt.
"Where did you get those clothes?" She said.
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