Exactly how long are you planning to sit there, Altway? Are you waiting for a chance to unleash a mudslide or some other nonsense?

[he sure got plenty of time to get lost in the void of his thoughts, what with it taking some time for her to be home and passing by that particular window to get a glimpse of him. she'd been checking the sky for signs of rain, not for chance sightings of him! he haunted her enough, gods dammit!

...admittedly, the first glance she just assumed it was her imagination; it wouldn't be the first time her imagination had played tricks of this sort on her. but that was usually after a particularly gripping fiction, not a long day of work and vetting strangers. it's unsettling, considering neither Molly nor Adam warned her of his approach. so, of course he wasn't really there!

except he was the third and fourth times she checked. with a growing weight in her chest, she realized she wasn't kidding herself, and went out to check.

and that's where she is now, standing several feet away with her umbrella, clutching a shawl to herself and glaring at him warily, unsure of what to make of this.

he COULD still be just an apparition, after all...]