memory for newt: teleios event
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that_costCharlie's small, tired. Standing in a hotel with a pale, sick looking man. It's night time and the pair look run ragged.
"Where are we going, daddy?" the small girl asks, watching her father with equal parts concern and worry.
"I don't know, Charlie," he said. "Just away."
"When are we going to get Mommy?"
The way the man turns to look at her, the way his already pale face somehow goes worse and a look of thinly-veiled anguish crosses his features.
"Charlie--" But that's all he can say, because the child has clearly figured it out.
Her hand lifts to her trembling mouth.
"Oh no, Daddy...please say it's no." There's a panic in her voice that'll erupt any minute.
"Charlie---"
She screams. "Oh please say it's no!"
"Charlie, those people who---"
"Please say she's all right, say she's all right!"
The man starts sweating, alarm filling his eyes as Charlie's panic grows.
"CHARLIE! CHARLIE, THE BATHTUB! THE WATER!"
There's another scream from the little girl and she turns her head towards the full tub. There's a flash of blue, the showerhead falling off the wall in a twisted and blackened mess. Tiles shatter and the tub's porcelain has crack-glazed instantly.
The girl collapses into sobs, the phrase "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," barely audible from her as her dad wraps his arms around her, just as the memories fade.
"Where are we going, daddy?" the small girl asks, watching her father with equal parts concern and worry.
"I don't know, Charlie," he said. "Just away."
"When are we going to get Mommy?"
The way the man turns to look at her, the way his already pale face somehow goes worse and a look of thinly-veiled anguish crosses his features.
"Charlie--" But that's all he can say, because the child has clearly figured it out.
Her hand lifts to her trembling mouth.
"Oh no, Daddy...please say it's no." There's a panic in her voice that'll erupt any minute.
"Charlie---"
She screams. "Oh please say it's no!"
"Charlie, those people who---"
"Please say she's all right, say she's all right!"
The man starts sweating, alarm filling his eyes as Charlie's panic grows.
"CHARLIE! CHARLIE, THE BATHTUB! THE WATER!"
There's another scream from the little girl and she turns her head towards the full tub. There's a flash of blue, the showerhead falling off the wall in a twisted and blackened mess. Tiles shatter and the tub's porcelain has crack-glazed instantly.
The girl collapses into sobs, the phrase "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," barely audible from her as her dad wraps his arms around her, just as the memories fade.
