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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[cactusy]

[Shaw doesn't sleep deeply: it's not that kind of tiredness. Her body doesn't need rest, but her mind needs to escape for a while; needs to leave the Barge and go somewhere else, if only in her imagination. Still, there's a part of her that's always aware of where she really is, and what's going on around her - and that part of her knows that for the hours that she drifts, Will stays put. She doesn't even hear his communicator being pulled out.]

What do you do?

[She croaks out, speaking for the first time in three hours.]

[empathicfault]

[ He usually closes his eyes- he doesn't this time. He figures Shaw probably won't be as creeped out as most. And she still has to deal with him, even if she is. But it helps snap him out of it faster. He still only catches about half of the sentence, with it being so sudden. ]

I went fishing. I might've mentioned, but I have a pretty good imagination. I can keep myself occupied.

[ The dogs have stayed put, too, but they're currently snoozing. ]

[cactusy]

Me, too.

[She whispers, flexing her fingers lightly in Jet's fur.]

Was it nice? You catch anything?

[empathicfault]

A largemouth bass and a couple of rainbow trout. And I saw a few deer.

[ It was a nice scenario he set up for himself, surprisingly unspoiled by anything darker today. It happens occasionally. ]

[cactusy]

Are you always alone?

[If she had to guess, she'd guess that he would be - that or, maybe, he'd imagine himself with people, but with his own mind quiet and unaffected by their bleedover.]

[empathicfault]

Sometimes I bring the dogs with me. But they usually scare away the fish, so that's more if I feel like walking through the woods.

[ So yes, alone enough. ]

[cactusy]

I told you about the playground from when I was a kid, right? The one with the merry-go-round where I tried to train myself out of motion sickness? I go there a lot. When I was in captivity, it was a good reminder to be, uh...

[She swallows, shrugging a shoulder.]

A reminder that I could stick with it, I guess. Not give up.

[empathicfault]

Yeah.

[ A vague smile appears on his face. ]

Sounds like a good place to center yourself...remind you what you're about.

[cactusy]

It was the first time the tactic actually worked.

[She admits quietly, twisting her fingers into her pillowcase.]

Where'd you pick it up? Is it self-taught?