damsel until dawn ;;

One moment he’d been on his knees, cradling Serah’s cold lifeless body. The next, here.. in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar world, with nothing but air between his arms. “Serah!” he shouted, his eyes flitting in every direction. Pushing himself from the ground, he stood up and glanced around. “Where am I?”

The female whipped around, hearing someone call out. “I’m sorry? There’s no Serah here... at least, I don’t think. We’re in Stonefield, England.”

“Beth.. I’m so glad you’re back!” Ashley’s smile faded, as she was reminded of Beth’s current state... or now she supposed her previous state. “I am so sorry about what happened up on that mountain. I’m really sorry!”

“A bowling alley? I have nobody to go with, but that could be fun. Do you like bowling?”

“Yeah, that. Then what do you do to have fun?”

“I read a lot.”

“I’m a trauma surgeon so really anyone I get is exciting. So far I’ve gotten sprained ankles and people with colds here.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy that nobody’s really hurt themselves?”

“So Deadpool’s out then?”  Chris chuckled.  “I’m kidding.  You can pick the movie.”

“Oh, wait. That has Ryan Reynolds in it, doesn’t it? We can definitely watch that then. Maybe we should invite the others too... the ones that are here, I mean. I think we all need a break, even if its just for a couple of hours.”

“It’s to show matureness and sophistication. You dress to impress, and you want these employers to be impressed with you. A guy who's made an extra effort, will make an extra effort making those sandwichs.. or so they think.”

“I think I need to take a break from the writing thing altogether. Although I could take a trip down to the book store, see what classics they have in. Thank you for the suggestion.”

Danny offered a slightly apologetic smile though he was taken aback by the fact that Lydia wasn’t yelling at him for bumping into her. “I’m fine. I was hoping that the faster I moved, the easier for me to find out where the hell I am.” He studied her for a moment. “Do you know where we are, Lydia?”

“I can understand that.” Ashley replied, remembering her first days on this new island. England was a long way from her home. When she’d heard him address her as Lydia - not the first time she’d heard that, she quirked a brow. “Who’s Lydia, and why does everyone keep calling me her name? But we’re in Stonefield. It’s in England somewhere, although I’ve never heard of it.”

“Well, I’d like to go home. Can I do that?”

“Tell me about it.”

“Not much that I know of. I’m a doctor and I barely even get patients. When I do they aren’t even exciting like back at Grey-Sloan.”

“You’re a doctor? That’s good to know. What makes an exciting patient?

“I don’t have water, you can always look in the kitchen. I was just inviting you but well, I just need this”

“Why, is something wrong?”

You’re writing a book? Not the least bit boring. What’s it about?

“It is when you’ve been writing for quite awhile. It’s about six friends who get trapped on a mountain.. and there’s a psycho after them, and other... things.”

“How is writing a novel mundane? It seems like anything but. Though I suppose I could show you a few things that’ll give you something to write about. Ever seen or heard of a sonic screwdriver?”

“It is when you’ve been writing for what seems like seven straight hours. You mean like from Doctor Who? I don’t think that really fits into my story.”

“I don’t know, I saw people that go to stores for fun or something like that”

“You mean shopping? Yeah, I was never really a big fan of the whole ‘let’s go to the mall!’”

“Lydia? You’ve been here for a while…and I didn’t know you wanted to write a book. That’s kind of cool!!”

“Uhh...” She quirked a brow. Who was Lydia? “...Yes. I’m writing a book, or attempting to.”