[ She doesn’t say anything to that, but it troubles and perplexes her.
Them. Who was ‘them’? Was this man clinically insane? Did he kill Dr. Porter? (She has the sinking suspicion he had.) Where had he come from?
He straps her in. While he rounds over to the driver’s side, Daphne makes a quick catalogue of the car’s interior. It’s spare inside, a rental she guesses, not lived in, with the windows tinted to the point she can barely see outside. When he slips in, she moves as far as the front seat permits, plastering herself to the car door and looking straight ahead.
The ride to wherever he intends to steal her away to is long and painstakingly silent. She isn’t sure what she expected, but it isn’t that. The entire time, she can feel his gaze on her, as often as it is on the road. The tears dry on her face and the adrenaline wears thin. At one point, fatigued, with her face stuck against the window, she drifts off, only to come to with a jerk of her limbs.
She starts to observe him, close to the end. The mask is never removed, but she senses increasing tension in him, the bunch of his muscles, sweat on his brow.
And she feels — off, her nerves tight, and a little carsick. ]
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Them.
Who was ‘them’?
Was this man clinically insane?
Did he kill Dr. Porter? (She has the sinking suspicion he had.)
Where had he come from?
He straps her in. While he rounds over to the driver’s side, Daphne makes a quick catalogue of the car’s interior. It’s spare inside, a rental she guesses, not lived in, with the windows tinted to the point she can barely see outside. When he slips in, she moves as far as the front seat permits, plastering herself to the car door and looking straight ahead.
The ride to wherever he intends to steal her away to is long and painstakingly silent. She isn’t sure what she expected, but it isn’t that. The entire time, she can feel his gaze on her, as often as it is on the road. The tears dry on her face and the adrenaline wears thin. At one point, fatigued, with her face stuck against the window, she drifts off, only to come to with a jerk of her limbs.
She starts to observe him, close to the end. The mask is never removed, but she senses increasing tension in him, the bunch of his muscles, sweat on his brow.
And she feels — off, her nerves tight, and a little carsick. ]