Thanks for the reviews, just a short chapter...but next one should clear things up a bit. I welcome any ideas in regards to what Gil and Cal are needed for... I've got some ideas, but any suggestions would be really appreciated. Private msg if you don't want to spoil it for everyone else :)
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It was silent except for a drip drip drip coming from the basin. Cal thought he should get up and tighten the tap, but chose not to. It was calming. He gave a slight turn of the head to catch a glimpse of Foster. They were sitting against the wall, and had been for some time. It may have been 30 minutes, or it could have been two hours. They hadn't talked much and they didn't need to. They knew what the other was thinking, and feeling.
She was cold, so he draped his jacket over her shoulders. She smiled weakly at his touch and act of kindness. So far they had figured how they got there, but not why or with whom.
When he' been attacked Cal had his head down and hadn't got a look at who was responsible. They'd thrown a black bag over his head and pressing their forearm against his mouth, Cal had passed out. It had all happened in a matter of seconds, it seemed.
Next thing Cal could remember was awaking in the back of a van or vehicle of some sort-the bag still over his head- and being dragged out onto the ground. Cal had demanded they tell them who they were or what they wanted, but they said nothing, and he was marched into this small room.
They, Cal thought. Yes, he was sure they. He'd heard two sets of footsteps.
Suddenly Cal jerked himself up and began pacing. "Emily," he whispered, growing all the more panicked. It wasn't the first time he'd thought of Emily, but he was worried now all the same.
"Cal, Cal, I'm sure she's fine, I thought she was at her mum's this weekend." Gillian wanted to get up and look him in the eyes, but the throbbing in her head and slight dizziness kept her down.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right luv, she'll be right." He knelt down beside Gillian and looked at her eyes for a moment. He tilted his head slightly, "How's the head luv?"
Gillian hadn't remembered anything either, just the knock to the back of the head, then nothing.
Gillian could see the worry in his face, but something else. Shame. "Cal, this isn't your fault, you know that."
He sprang back up and walked over to the door. He twisted the steel handle violently, and banged his fist against the slightly splinted wood for the fifth time in the last 20 minutes.
He stopped and leaned his forehead against the door. That's when he heard the heavy footsteps approaching.
He ran over to Foster and in one swift lift, pulled her up under her arms. "Cal, hey, what are you..?"
...Foster froze, and with Cal still gripping one of Gillian's arms, the door knob turned.