AlastorBlackwood
Sam stared at them for a moment, as if he had forgotten where he was. His huge brown eyes closed slowly, owlishly, before opening again. Surreal. Pinch yourself and you might wake up.
"Sam, aren't you coming?" Jay tries to keep his tone gentle and patient, but he's scared and sad and he still hasn't stopped shaking. He just needs to go outside. Then he will try to explain to Will what, exactly, had happened to his sister.
He also really, really needs to stop shaking.
"Sure." The little boy smiles up at him happily, "I'm just gonna wait until Mary wakes up, though. Is that okay?"
"Mary's not going to wake up." It's Jack, leaning against the doorway, his dark profile hazy against the night. The moonlight reflects off his expressionless eyes, and his voice is cold and as hard as ice. "I'm sorry, Will."
Blink. Stare. A look of confusion and then--nothing.
"I am coming." The boy repeated slowly, as if he hadn't heard Jack speaking, "I'm just gonna wait for Mary."
"Will..." The ice is cracking and melting, dripping miserably from his brother's cool lips. Jay liked frozen better - it didn't sound nearly as sad.
"I'm just gonna wait for Mary to come, too."
Jay nods stiffly. Moves toward the exit, trying to escape the soft, childish voice that still haunts his every step:
"Lemme just wait for Mary."