by Groundskeeper » Fri Aug 02, 2019 6:06 pm
It was unclear whether the knocking could be heard over the rabble threatening to smash them against the doors, but one way or another, the door swung open, letting the trio through before immediately closing again, a bar coming down to block the workers from entering.
The room was not a room.
From this side, at least, the door wasn't actually attached to anything; just sitting out in the open, on some rolling green hills. It was a pleasant spring day; a babbling brook wound it's way down towards a lake in the distance.
Opposite the door was a homey little cabin, with an (open) white picket gate surrounding some a nice garden -- mostly flowers, but a couple fruit trees and what looked like some vegetables growing as well. Wild but maintained, as it were.
Tending to some of these flowers was a woman who would look almost familiar to the trio. They had seen other versions of people they knew in the town and in the factory, but Sam could tell this mental presence was different. Other versions of, say, Sara or Tereza or whoever she had met in the town still mentally 'felt' like Will -- they were all him, after all, after a fashion. The woman in the feathery dress didn't not feel like Will, but it clearly wasn't him. Nor was it her -- it was closer to the feeling she had gotten when she had encountered Melpomene in Will's head so many months ago -- an echo, a memory of a presence, as it were.
The woman straightened up and regarded the new visitors with a careful eye. "Well, it looks like the three of you had an adventure."