Red Meadow.

[johalt]

IC: John looked down at the child before him, a bit stunned as she hugged him; he was thankful the officer had left so quickly. Papa? There was her scent again, stronger now from her proximity, there was something so familiar about it. Suddenly, painfully, a series images flashed in his head: a little girl; something about... Cake; a blinding flash of light, screams, and then, darkness, endless darkness. He grimaced, but quickly shook it off. More memories? Suddenly he heard a loud crash, like sombody was dragging a dragon through a forest. What in Ma'at's name was that?! He looked down at the girl in front of him again, and mentally sighed. I hate Mondays. Nothing is ever easy on Monday. He had a dilemma on his hands. he thought for a moment. Right, ok, I should get this one to dry safe place first... My physics office should do; thankfully it's right near here, and that whacked out heating system keeps it warm in there, she'll be dry in no time. Second, once that's taken care of, I need to go see what the frell that noise was. After that, I can see what this one knows. Looking over her, he all of a sudden felt... At peace... Like everything made sense now... Fact was, it was almost making less and less. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, are you alright?" he tried to say this this calmly, but warm enough not to make her scared.