[Cassandra is in the shop when she hears a crash. She finds the source on instinct. Sees the familiar-but-not boy standing alone. Sees him full of anger-pain-grief-empty-anger.
Cass doesn't identify people by how they look. She sees how they move. How they breathe. How they live in their bodies. She looks at the boy and doesn't even notice that he looks like Bart.
She steps into the changing room. Stays a few feet away. Blocks any outsiders' view. They're almost the same height. The boy may be a little taller.
She gives him a moment to breathe before speaking.]
There's glass in your hand. It needs to come out. [Her words are stilted and over-pronounced. Her voice is rougher than expected but the tone is soft. Slow. Deliberate.]
Diadem Hotel
Cass doesn't identify people by how they look. She sees how they move. How they breathe. How they live in their bodies. She looks at the boy and doesn't even notice that he looks like Bart.
She steps into the changing room. Stays a few feet away. Blocks any outsiders' view. They're almost the same height. The boy may be a little taller.
She gives him a moment to breathe before speaking.]
There's glass in your hand. It needs to come out. [Her words are stilted and over-pronounced. Her voice is rougher than expected but the tone is soft. Slow. Deliberate.]