[It feels almost like coming awake after a long, satisfying nap. Ellie blinks to clear the cobwebs, looks up, not recognizing at first that it's a dream. The counter is warm, the whistling and clattering sounds like it should be familiar. All those little home sounds.
The southern twang of the girl's voice, like Tommy and Joel's, draws something in her tight. She straightens, eyes wide. The girl is little- so young, with fragile hands and mussed-up blonde hair and big, big eyes.
She's seen that face before, plenty of times. And here and now, animated and smiling, she can see the echoes of Joel in her. It leaves Ellie breathless, so much so that she can barely get the word out.]
Sure.
[Ellie gets up from the counter, realizing that she's dressed the way she remembers just before she woke up in New Amsterdam. Missing fingers, plaid shirt, comfortable jeans and boots. She nips in and ducks down, pulling open the cabinet under the sink to give Sarah room to dump the ruined pancake.]
What's-
[She pauses, looking back through the rest of the house. It's unfamiliar, but it smells familiar, past the pancakes. Like well-creased leather and something of Joel.]
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The southern twang of the girl's voice, like Tommy and Joel's, draws something in her tight. She straightens, eyes wide. The girl is little- so young, with fragile hands and mussed-up blonde hair and big, big eyes.
She's seen that face before, plenty of times. And here and now, animated and smiling, she can see the echoes of Joel in her. It leaves Ellie breathless, so much so that she can barely get the word out.]
Sure.
[Ellie gets up from the counter, realizing that she's dressed the way she remembers just before she woke up in New Amsterdam. Missing fingers, plaid shirt, comfortable jeans and boots. She nips in and ducks down, pulling open the cabinet under the sink to give Sarah room to dump the ruined pancake.]
What's-
[She pauses, looking back through the rest of the house. It's unfamiliar, but it smells familiar, past the pancakes. Like well-creased leather and something of Joel.]
What's the occasion?