[The Town Hall was important whether Raylan liked it or not. Whether it reminded him of one grumpy Englishman or not - if something was going to change, Raylan had bets that it would be here. The Bulletin board alone was a source of daily interest with the additions and adjustments that were made by not only the people stolen here by.. whatever had taken them, but by whatever had taken them itself.
Someone had to keep track.
While he expected to see other people there, he didn't expect to be grabbed by the new face he'd been passing behind. His intent was to look into John's office to see if he'd come back before addressing her but..
The way she was breathing, the frantic grip on his jacket sleeve automatically sent up every protective and red flag he had.] Hey- [He barley got the word out before she wavered and it seemed necessary to lightly wrap his free arm around her.]
II The end approaches
Someone had to keep track.
While he expected to see other people there, he didn't expect to be grabbed by the new face he'd been passing behind. His intent was to look into John's office to see if he'd come back before addressing her but..
The way she was breathing, the frantic grip on his jacket sleeve automatically sent up every protective and red flag he had.] Hey- [He barley got the word out before she wavered and it seemed necessary to lightly wrap his free arm around her.]
Hey. It's alright, what's wrong?