Sydney stared at the man she loves with an even mixture of comfort and vulnerability, for what felt like forever, but was most likely a matter of seconds. She walks, almost runs, over to him. She wants to smile because she finally sees a familiar face, but she doesn't think it's necessarily appropriate. She hugs him, trying to keep it together. She tries... and tries, but she can feel the tears start to moisten in her eyes. Their hug finally breaks, and she just wishes she could still be holding on to him.
She just remembers something important she needs to tell him. "They doubled Francie." I hope my Francie is ok. Please by okay.
"I know" replies Vaughn with his usual scowl. He's looking at me so questioningly. Like I'm a mirage.
She wonders what happened to both her friends. She just saw Will dead in a bathtub, just like her fiancé, Danny. He couldn't have died. Not like that.
"What happened to Will? To Francie? Are they dead?" She needed the answer right away. If they were both gone, she wouldn't know what to do with herself. Or her apartment. The place that had held so much safety for her, even while her profession was risking her life.
Vaughn knew what the answer meant to her, so he answered as quickly and as uninvolved as possible "Will's okay."
Oh, thank god. I want to see him as soon as possible. Wait, he's okay?As much as I wanted him to be okay, how is that possible?
"What? How?"
"You..." he trails off for a second, "Sit down."
She complies. She would do whatever he told her, even in times when there's so much chaos in her head. She wishes he would sit down with her. It would make her feel better. He does, making her wonder why he would do it at the same time she thought. Stop being paranoid and listen to what he has to say. He doesn't say anything. He contemplates something for a second and looks down.
What is he thinking about? "Vaughn?"
"We thought you were dead. They asked me to come back... to explain." He said. He looked terrified. He looked... petrified.
What could they have to explain? I am right here. I don't really know how I got here. I was in my apartment, and now I'm in a whole other country. This makes no sense to me.
"Come back from what? What are you talking about?" She notices a glimmer in the air when he rubs his face with his left hand. Is that...? What does that mean? Her face shifts into horror and absolute confusion. It's a... ring
"Vaughn... why are you wearing that ring?" she asked him. Why is he wearing a wedding band? Why was I missing? How long was I missing for? Where was I while I was missing? What happened to my apartment? What happened to my father? What happened to my boyfriend? What happened to my life?
"Syd... since that night... you were missing. You've been missing for almost two years."
Huh?
THE END
