@obsessivehistorian​ | contd from (x)
Audra wasn’t sure when Bill had arrived in Derry–– she could only assume he already had. When she’d asked for information about the town or if anyone had seen her husband, most everyone had pointed her toward the library. Mike Hanlon, the librarian there, was working on a history of the area, and one of the people Audra spoke to thought they remembered him mentioning the name Bill. It seemed that the library was as good a place to start as any.Â
She entered quietly, knowing that, as an interloper, she might not necessarily be the most welcome. Audra had gotten some help, yes, but she’d also gotten her share of dirty looks. Even so, the man (who she assumed must be Mike Hanlon) seemed kind, shifting through his papers with genuine care.
“No, no, don’t be sorry. But yeah, that’s me. Bill mentioned you, I think. You called him, right? I’m Audra. It’s nice to meet you.” She furrowed her brow at the offer, not really knowing what she wanted.
“I... yeah, I guess so. I’ve been driving for a while. Could use a little caffeine jolt. Thank you. I hate to be abrupt, but have you... seen my husband? I’ve been trying to track him down, to no avail.”
