"Yeah, well...I'm scaring me, too." he sighed, reaching up to rub the back of his neck as he stood up. Crossing the room, he opened an ornate looking clock on his mantle, swinging the glass front open to press the center dial, where he had a bugkiller hidden. Closing it, he returned to the center of the room...
...then with only a brief hesitation, knelt down and yanked the lock on It open.
Pulling it free, he opened the lid slowly, gazing down for a moment on the contents of the foot locker. Inside were some simple, yet totally alien items. Among other things were clothes...books...a couple medals and trophies, some old records...and down at the very bottom, a plain manila envelope.
It was the envelope Tom went after, pulling it out of the bottom and rising again, opening it as he strode over to sit beside Rachel on the couch. Hesitating once again, he slowly drew out a stack of papers and photos, on top of them a yellowed newspaper clipping displaying an obituary with a photograph at the top...one that could have been a much younger version of him if his nose were bigger and his forehead not quite so broad.
Gazing at it for a moment, he finally looked up at her, then handed her the clipping. "*This* was the first explosion I was ever in."
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Date: 2006-07-27 05:25 am (UTC)...then with only a brief hesitation, knelt down and yanked the lock on It open.
Pulling it free, he opened the lid slowly, gazing down for a moment on the contents of the foot locker. Inside were some simple, yet totally alien items. Among other things were clothes...books...a couple medals and trophies, some old records...and down at the very bottom, a plain manila envelope.
It was the envelope Tom went after, pulling it out of the bottom and rising again, opening it as he strode over to sit beside Rachel on the couch. Hesitating once again, he slowly drew out a stack of papers and photos, on top of them a yellowed newspaper clipping displaying an obituary with a photograph at the top...one that could have been a much younger version of him if his nose were bigger and his forehead not quite so broad.
Gazing at it for a moment, he finally looked up at her, then handed her the clipping. "*This* was the first explosion I was ever in."