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OBSESSION | ACCEPTING

She smiled when Tom came through the door of the shop. She had called his dad and hoped that he would pass her message along. It took a day or two, but Tom showed up. She'd have to thank Mr. Loftis later.

"Oh, do I." Her nose scrunched as she spoke. A moment later, she disappeared under the counter. When she reemerged, she was holding a cardboard box. The grin on her face was nothing but mirth and mischief.

Taken from this meme

"Tom? Tom!"

Patricia grunts as she hits the floor, hands hitting at the currently-incapacitated Mayor. The storm had taken a toll on all of them; she certainly hasn't had a lick of sleep (well, hasn't since the Boogeyman came back, but the fucked-up monster squall and all the angry and panicked tourists certainly did not help) after everything calmed down.

"Wake up, Tom!" With a rather undignified series of noises, she squirms out from under her boss and stands up. She nudges him with the tip of her shoe. Yep, pretty collapsed.

"Dale! Rosemary!"

A moment, and then she calls for her coworkers again. No answer. Apparently, she has to deal with whatever's happening with Tom. Again. She sighs and grabs under his armpits and begins to drag him from the coffee maker to his office; at some point during the trip, it turns into gripping one wrist and trailing him behind her Linus style. Once in the office, she takes a bottle of water from his desk and splashes it at his face.

NONVERBAL | ACCEPTING

Damp earth under bare feet. A mid-October chill. The soft night-time song of bugs and stray animals. She was used to waking up to that.

*Hey— hey, look at me —"

She wasn't used to hearing a voice. Or the woodline being illuminated by headlights. There was pressure on her arm, and something was patting on the side of her face. She groaned in confusion as the world began to shift into focus.

"Marni??"

She blinked hard, then finally focused on Tom. He looked confused. Maybe even scared.

She was, too.

"...Tom...?" She stared at him, trying to make sense of everything. He had ahold of her arm with one hand, and had been trying to snap her out of whatever this was with the other.

She took hold of his wrist, her breath quickening.

In the years that she had woken up halfway into the woods, she had never been stopped by someone. She was supposed to wake up with the sun rising over the trees while she tried to make sense of which direction town was in.

The moon still hung high above them.