#swann002

They haven’t ventured outside of Twelve’s car much. They didn’t want to leave everyone there alone; they didn’t want to be alone. But curiosity pulls them out. And, almost immediately, into Swann.

There was something about Swann Meture. After Snow’s party, Hudson hadn’t known what to make of her. She seemed to come on too strong, know too much; Hudson couldn’t be sure if she was the carrot to Teal Pitsmith’s stick—a trap, a threat, just a different kind. But maybe they were too quick to discount her. Learning the wrong lessons: so sure they were too quick to trust that they became too quick to be suspicious instead.

They remember what she said to them—stay close to your people—and, in retrospect, it sounds like good advice. And, if the rebellion is real, then that means that people they’ve met must be involved in it. Maybe they can find them, if they just look.

She’s bent over something. A drawing. From what Hudson can see of it, it might be the train. “Are you—” they ask, but the words are hard to find. “What’re you doing?”