All his brain did was run through scenarios as he drove down, relishing the length of the drive for it. A million what ifs manifested themselves, each with their own myriad of resolutions. What if she didn't remember him? What if she didn't care? What if some.. weird alien thing had taken over her mind or some sickness that was only catchable and carriable by those with the Gift, what if Jeff was with her. What if he wasn't.
More than enough to fill the two and half hour drive that was meant to take 3 hours and fifteen minutes for folks that didn't speed. He'd never forget the directions to Arlo's house, no matter how long he'd been gone or what had changed - the long dirt driveway up to the house he was torn on feeling about it still being standing, was as well known as the back of his hand.
The house was dark, he noted as he turns off the car and slides out. He hopes that's because it's empty and not anything else dark and nefarious that his mind could think of. Athena, his Athena, she would have called him if she was back. Reached out, let him know, something. The fact that she didn't was worrisome. What if she was in trouble? What if she wasn't here at all and he was dead wrong?
He puts his hand on his gun and carefully, silently side steps his way up towards the front door, peering into the windows from the porch. The house looked clean enough. Lived in. Fairing better than a lot of unkept houses in Harlan. Maybe Mary had taken up residence. Attempted to enjoy some of the lowland life.
Could be that they were asleep inside. Could be that he should knock. He doesn't, and quietly twists the knob, leaning his weight oh so slightly into the door. Were they stupid enough to leave it unlocked? Yes, for some reason. Good though, that he wouldn't have to go around and try the back kitchen door. He slips in and closes it behind him just as softly, the faintest click of latch in latch the only sound that comes from it.
He knew every creak, every whine, every groan of Arlo's house. All he had to do was listen and be ready.
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More than enough to fill the two and half hour drive that was meant to take 3 hours and fifteen minutes for folks that didn't speed. He'd never forget the directions to Arlo's house, no matter how long he'd been gone or what had changed - the long dirt driveway up to the house he was torn on feeling about it still being standing, was as well known as the back of his hand.
The house was dark, he noted as he turns off the car and slides out. He hopes that's because it's empty and not anything else dark and nefarious that his mind could think of. Athena, his Athena, she would have called him if she was back. Reached out, let him know, something. The fact that she didn't was worrisome. What if she was in trouble? What if she wasn't here at all and he was dead wrong?
He puts his hand on his gun and carefully, silently side steps his way up towards the front door, peering into the windows from the porch. The house looked clean enough. Lived in. Fairing better than a lot of unkept houses in Harlan. Maybe Mary had taken up residence. Attempted to enjoy some of the lowland life.
Could be that they were asleep inside. Could be that he should knock. He doesn't, and quietly twists the knob, leaning his weight oh so slightly into the door. Were they stupid enough to leave it unlocked? Yes, for some reason. Good though, that he wouldn't have to go around and try the back kitchen door. He slips in and closes it behind him just as softly, the faintest click of latch in latch the only sound that comes from it.
He knew every creak, every whine, every groan of Arlo's house. All he had to do was listen and be ready.