I've decided to make a collection of drabbles from Amy's perspective. Why? Because, out of all the people in the clue hunt, she's the one I least understand.
Timeframe: Beyond the Grave-ish.
Yes, I realize Sinead is a bit OOC. This is also kind of AU, and I wanted to explore a different aspect of her personality.
Amelia Hope Cahill opened the door to her hotel room, and stepped out into the hall. She was tired. Her bones ached, her head hurt, her vision swam.
But she couldn't be alone in that hotel room for one more second. Nellie and Dan were out—something about going to a legendary recording studio so Nellie could stalk one of her favorite bands. But, and it pained her to admit it, for those few hours she was left alone, she almost missed Dan's incessant immaturity and Nellie's constant state of music-trance.
She got into the elevator and hit lobby. She didn't even know why she did it, she just did. Maybe there would be a movie rental place on the ground floor—or, better yet, a bookstore.
The elevator dinged at the floor below hers, and a harried-looking girl stepped in. The girl shrunk against the back of the mirrored elevator, and her eyes were glued to the screen of a sleek cell phone she held inches from her nose.
A harried-looking girl who was very familiar.
Amy coughed, then waved to get the girl's attention.
Sinead Starling looked up.
"Oh, hi, Amy," she said.
Amy was a bit taken aback by the girl's normalcy, but she decided to keep it on that path. "What's up?"
"You know." Sinead waved her fingers in the air. "The usual. You?"
"Same, same."
"How's Dan?" Sinead leaned against the side of the mirror, her fluffy brown hair floating around her head.
"He's, um, good, I guess. What about your brothers?"
"They'll survive." She rolled her eyes.
The elevator dinged at the lobby, and Sinead strode through the open doors.
She was in the middle of the lobby when she turned around, gazed at the slightly confused Amy who was standing just beyond the elevator doors, and said, "Good luck."
Amy nodded.
And then, Sinead Starling walked through the open door onto the Cairo streets.
Amy wondered if she'd actually been talking to the real Sinead Starling. She seemed so… normal. Nice, almost. Then Amy shook her head to clear her mind, then went off in search of a bookstore.