"Let go of her now." He picks me up in the same manner as the- the- thing, for lack of better word. "I'm going to walk you home, and my shadow will be good if you promise to behave as well."
"Fine, fine whatever."
Dr. Facilier wraps his arm around mine and steers us in the direction of my shop. Our steps are the only noise in the dark, the same clop on the tile over and over again. Immersed in fright, the sound is maddening, it goes on forever and the door seems to grow further. Each step sends another river of cold sweat down my back.
Finally, the door is reachable and I feel safe. From my dress I pull a set of keys, and fumble with them until I find the right one. He never lets go of my arm. He still holds on when I open the door. He still holds on when I light the lamp.
"Are you going to let me go? I can- I believe- take care of myself in my own home."
Silently, he releases his death grip and closes the door behind him.
"It truly is not safe to be alone outside in this neighborhood at night," I cross my arms feeling already where this little speech of his is going. He invites himself to sit down in my waiting room. "Especially for such small woman-"
"Shut the FUCK up! Don't you dare pull that lady shit on me!" I pull my skirt up to my thigh. "See this? It's a gun. I. can. Fucking. Take. care. Of. Myself. Don't you dare." I snarl.
He grimaces. "I don't have control of my shadow. He sometimes, takes my emotional cues, to the extreme. Not my fault, so put the damn weapon away."
I let go of my skirt but keep my glare on him. "So, why didn't you shoot me." He smirks.
"Instinct said to run. And that- your shadow- It scares me. Very much."