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A Reunion (with jack_flanagan)
May. 30th, 2014 07:40 pmAlana has not been having a good time of it lately. With Will locked away for something he didn’t do, or at least something that he doesn’t remember doing she’s hard at work trying to put together some sort of a defence case for him. She can’t see Will put to death. Not when what happened wasn’t his fault. He was unstable, she knew he was and she had begged Jack not to put him out into the field but had he listened? No. After yet another hard day of work she makes her way back to her house and back to the only things that have managed to put a smile on her lips recently. Will’s dogs. Opening the front door of the house she smiles as the dogs all rush over to her.
“I know, I know, I’m late. I’ll get your food sorted now okay?”
She bends down to pet them before setting her keys to the side. Once she sorts out food for all the dogs she makes her way back to the front door to pick up her mail. Flicking through the usual bills and junk mail she comes across a letter for one ‘Jack Flanagan’ with next door’s address written of the front of it. Jack Flanagan. Why does that name sound familiar to her? Her brow furrows a little in concentration as she tries to remember just where she knows the name from. And then it comes back to her. Jack was the name of a boy she had been friends with back in Boston. They had been pretty close and had even kept in touch for a couple of years after moving apart from each other. But thinking that this was the same person she knew as a kid was stupid. There are plenty of people who share the same name…but what if it is him? Would she even be able to recognise him if it was? Biting her bottom lip she turns to start work on Will’s defence again but her eyes keep moving to that letter. It might not be him but there’s only one way to find out. It was late in the evening but the curiosity is too much for her.
Slipping on her shoes she leaves her place with the letter in her hand, making her way next door. She hesitates for a few moments, staring at the door in front of her before lifting a hand and knocking on the door after a deep breath.
“I know, I know, I’m late. I’ll get your food sorted now okay?”
She bends down to pet them before setting her keys to the side. Once she sorts out food for all the dogs she makes her way back to the front door to pick up her mail. Flicking through the usual bills and junk mail she comes across a letter for one ‘Jack Flanagan’ with next door’s address written of the front of it. Jack Flanagan. Why does that name sound familiar to her? Her brow furrows a little in concentration as she tries to remember just where she knows the name from. And then it comes back to her. Jack was the name of a boy she had been friends with back in Boston. They had been pretty close and had even kept in touch for a couple of years after moving apart from each other. But thinking that this was the same person she knew as a kid was stupid. There are plenty of people who share the same name…but what if it is him? Would she even be able to recognise him if it was? Biting her bottom lip she turns to start work on Will’s defence again but her eyes keep moving to that letter. It might not be him but there’s only one way to find out. It was late in the evening but the curiosity is too much for her.
Slipping on her shoes she leaves her place with the letter in her hand, making her way next door. She hesitates for a few moments, staring at the door in front of her before lifting a hand and knocking on the door after a deep breath.
