@I_WasTheFirst *Still a bit unsure, she takes his hand and lets him help her out of the car* So now what? You must have more of an idea of things than I do at this point.
@I_WasTheFirst *She steels herself to accept his offered hand* I'll try. I apologize in advance if I flinch. The bastard would fly into rages and I was the punching bag.
@I_WasTheFirst My criminal history? *She looks at him blankly until the light dawns* Oh, that. By the time he hit the ground, he and that statue were in a million pieces. My intent was to follow him over the edge, seeing as I wasn't going to live through that last beating anyway.
@I_WasTheFirst *Finally, the car pulls up the drive and into the garage. She turns to him warily* Maybe I should just walk back into town. I don't know what's going on, but I sure don't want to see you that angry again. It brings back....yeah. Not all memories are good, you know?
@I_WasTheFirst *Still wary, she huddles next to the door, trying hard not to shiver. Unfortunately, the car has already turned off the main road, and no stops are planned before returning to the house*
@I_WasTheFirst *Unconvinced by the suddenness of his reactions, from casual to violent to contrite, she remains plastered against her door, intending to make a run for it at the next stop. Flashbacks of abuse are running through her mind like a movie.* I'm good. Just....don't hit me.
@I_WasTheFirst Well, it's damned annoying. I'd hate to lose clothing I really liked. *Grudgingly, she allows him to help her into the car. This is already getting old*
@I_WasTheFirst So you've figured out why my clothes keep disappearing??? This is more than a little disconcerting. *She clutches the replacement robe tightly around her, as if she could keep it there by sheer force of will.*
@I_WasTheFirst Funny. *Grumbling, she snatches up the bathrobe and puts it on* Okay, you've convinced me. What I want to know is, why the East River, why water at all???
@I_WasTheFirst *Once again, she comes to the surface of the East River, sputtering, naked and freezing her ass off* Okay. Well sort of proof positive, I guess. I should've just let him shoot himself.
@I_WasTheFirst But, but how is that possible? It doesn't make any sense. And what are we supposed to do with that? *Seeing the gun, she jumps for it, inadvertently causing it to go off. She looks at her chest, the growing blossom of red.* Shit.
@I_WasTheFirst *Confusion replaces anger, and she leans closer* Transition? To what? I'm sorry if I seem dense, but this is a lot to take in. I died, but I didn't die? And now what am I supposed to do with that?
@I_WasTheFirst *The words tumble out so fast, they almost trip over each other* What's going on? What's happening to me? How do you know about it and how do you fit into all this? Now what? *She looks terrified as she finishes speaking, afraid of his answers*