A view of the Water
Alex took a break from reading the book. The shooter part left her jangled, wondering if that was what got Ray riled about 1973 in particular. but no, that bleak eyed haunted look she'd seen on him when Gene brought up old cases that Frank Morgan tried mangling looked to deep to have been caused by that. That had the look of a man tortured by his own demons. Another part of her headache was caused by the fact this girl's spelling was going from moderate to atrocious! She read the next entry, hoping that it didn't lead to someone's death.
A View of the Water
I came to existence, hidden. i did not want go to the
pub, not yet. I wanted to take the time to see a bit of
Manchester before I had to go home. I walked on some
and it turned out that I was on some kind of boardwallk,
overlookig water. Some people started walking past me
and I saw that it was Chris with his date. We stopped and
the three of us talked for a while. Before they moved on, I
got the horrid feeling that we all were being watched. I made
mention of this, and Chris asked how I knew, thinking I saw
someone watching us. I said it was a gut feeling and this
seemed to agree with him well enough. We went our seperate
way, me just moving farther down the 'boardwalk'. I stood there,
leaning against the rail for awhile, staring out over the water, thinking
for sometime how I was brilliant for being able to travel like this.
Alex nodded in approval when she got done reading the entry, the girl was right, she was very brilliant for seemingly traveling like she has been and successfully keeping it under wraps from everyone, even Gene Hunt. She also thought that this girl had guts, to lie by omission right to Gene's Face. But then again, how would it look to tell them that she came from a different time. Alex conceded that even she was guilty of the sin of omission, she couldn't exactly sit here and judge her!