you've gotten into my bloodstream

"Okay. Let's do it. Want me to do the talking?" She asks quietly as she starts to turn her body in the direction they would need to walk.

"Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if we could use your phone? It will only be for a minute-" The man has a pretty blank expression as he points to a phone down the counter on the end. He is a bit heavy set, a pale round face and short curly hair, facial hair that has grown in patchy. He has a nametag that says 'TOM'

"Let me know when you're ready to ask. No rush." She reassures her. She smiles more earnestly in an attempt to be encouraging.

Jessica was starting to feel hungry, and being surrounded by food she couldn't buy was difficult. The idea of stealing some crosses her mind but she knows there are likely cameras. She also feels like she might get caught from her lack of experience.

"Okay. Let's do it. Want me to do the talking?" She asks quietly as she starts to turn her body in the direction they would need to walk.

"I'm sorry to put you in this position..." Jessica wished she had parents to call instead.

"Everything is going to work out somehow. No matter what. We could ask the cashier where the nearest library is if they do say no. We can make our way there and use the computer, phone, bathroom, water fountain, I'm assuming. And libraries always have like... resources. You know? Even if we needed like a food bank or shelter. Anything we do next will be temporary, but we will get right side up. I promise. I know we will."

"Let me know when you're ready to ask. No rush." She reassures her. She smiles more earnestly in an attempt to be encouraging.

Jessica was starting to feel hungry, and being surrounded by food she couldn't buy was difficult. The idea of stealing some crosses her mind but she knows there are likely cameras. She also feels like she might get caught from her lack of experience.

"That makes sense... I don't know what it is or if it'll heal up normal or get worse. It's itchy. Usually means it's healin' right?" He presses them to the wound and then rethinks it.

"Uh, I feel like it was... somethin' about... like... I don't know how to explain it." He is having a hard time voicing the things in his mind.

"When I... crossed over to do what The Dark Master wanted me to way back when, it all felt like a... dream with no consequences. It didn't feel like it was actually real life. The dream I had felt kinda like that. It's hard to explain. It felt like this sense of like... impending doom and then... at some point I got yanked, like turned around and someone cut me. But I feel like it was me that cut me, a different version of me. And I saw this like... portal vortex. It was all blue. But it didn't feel real. Oh! And then..." He squints, trying to remember. "Something made me scared and I woke up and yelled I think. It's so hard to remember." He feels a bit of fear coiling in his body. "Makes me wanna say it was just a dream but maybe it wasn't and it just felt like it... or maybe my brain is making all of this up, I don't know... but it feels like that was what happened. But I could be wrong, I don't know."

"That makes sense... I don't know what it is or if it'll heal up normal or get worse. It's itchy. Usually means it's healin' right?" He presses them to the wound and then rethinks it.

"He just said not to use the big cups... I was trying to remember the phone number for this lady I knew named Jennifer. She helped me and Riley out a lot growing up. But she lives kinda far from here and we haven't talked in years. She was a really sweet lady though. Really saved my ass a few times." Jessica's expression is a bit down, winged with regret and sadness. Remembering a difficult time.

"I'm sorry to put you in this position..." Jessica wished she had parents to call instead.

"Everything is going to work out somehow. No matter what. We could ask the cashier where the nearest library is if they do say no. We can make our way there and use the computer, phone, bathroom, water fountain, I'm assuming. And libraries always have like... resources. You know? Even if we needed like a food bank or shelter. Anything we do next will be temporary, but we will get right side up. I promise. I know we will."

"Deep gash?" He asks confused. He goes to the mirror and turns to try to look at it.

"Oh fuck... that's worse than I thought. Uh..." He tries to think. He shakes his head.

"Uh, I feel like it was... somethin' about... like... I don't know how to explain it." He is having a hard time voicing the things in his mind.

"When I... crossed over to do what The Dark Master wanted me to way back when, it all felt like a... dream with no consequences. It didn't feel like it was actually real life. The dream I had felt kinda like that. It's hard to explain. It felt like this sense of like... impending doom and then... at some point I got yanked, like turned around and someone cut me. But I feel like it was me that cut me, a different version of me. And I saw this like... portal vortex. It was all blue. But it didn't feel real. Oh! And then..." He squints, trying to remember. "Something made me scared and I woke up and yelled I think. It's so hard to remember." He feels a bit of fear coiling in his body. "Makes me wanna say it was just a dream but maybe it wasn't and it just felt like it... or maybe my brain is making all of this up, I don't know... but it feels like that was what happened. But I could be wrong, I don't know."

"Do you want me to try anyone I can first? Or I can just give you a minute. Whatever you want. No rush." She looks around.

"He just said not to use the big cups... I was trying to remember the phone number for this lady I knew named Jennifer. She helped me and Riley out a lot growing up. But she lives kinda far from here and we haven't talked in years. She was a really sweet lady though. Really saved my ass a few times." Jessica's expression is a bit down, winged with regret and sadness. Remembering a difficult time.

"Okay." She nods. "Try yours and if it goes bad... I'll call whoever I can think of if I gotta. I might be able to think of, I don't know... an old friend?" She says and rubs Marian's arm.

"We could always lie if we have to. If you're comfortable with that." Immediately, a roster of ideas run through her head. She starts walking towards the front.

"Do you want me to try anyone I can first? Or I can just give you a minute. Whatever you want. No rush." She looks around.

Smeared blood surrounds the wounded area and there is a deep slice in his side. Not too long, about a solid three inches, and it looks darkened and angry. Not realizing how bad it is, he reaches to touch and scratch at it again.

"Deep gash?" He asks confused. He goes to the mirror and turns to try to look at it.

"Oh fuck... that's worse than I thought. Uh..." He tries to think. He shakes his head.

Jessica takes the key and looks at Marian.

"Okay." She nods. "Try yours and if it goes bad... I'll call whoever I can think of if I gotta. I might be able to think of, I don't know... an old friend?" She says and rubs Marian's arm.

"We could always lie if we have to. If you're comfortable with that." Immediately, a roster of ideas run through her head. She starts walking towards the front.

And soon enough she hurries in, gets a bathroom key and goes in.

"I won't be long." She tells Marian and shuts the door. Jessica is profoundly relieved to have a bathroom, but chews on her inner lip with the anxious wondering of where they would go and what they would do next.

Jessica takes the key and looks at Marian.

Florence sees them and looks up at them from where she is laying in bed.

"Hey." She says quietly.

Smeared blood surrounds the wounded area and there is a deep slice in his side. Not too long, about a solid three inches, and it looks darkened and angry. Not realizing how bad it is, he reaches to touch and scratch at it again.

And soon enough she hurries in, gets a bathroom key and goes in.

"I won't be long." She tells Marian and shuts the door. Jessica is profoundly relieved to have a bathroom, but chews on her inner lip with the anxious wondering of where they would go and what they would do next.

"Yeah, I think I got it." She gives a reassuring smile and flips the wafflemaker handle again.

Florence sees them and looks up at them from where she is laying in bed.

"Hey." She says quietly.