Heartman comes back with a jolt, senses flooding into his body in a crushing waved. Sight, sound, smell, breath, all at once, and as his lungs fill with air his whole body jolts, hand blindly reaching out for his hourglass, vision a blur.
He'd been closer. He'd made progress. He taps the hourglass, chiralium floating upwards, aware of two people among the BT casts and his research, Sam and a blonde, but he has to focus--
--he sits up entirely, twisting his arm, cuff moving to life as he begins to type, muttering to himself as he logs the number of trips, crunches the numbers just as fast as the computer does, the whole room coming to life beyond the dark and neon: Heartman murmurs about a coloured anomaly just as the main window to his research lab whirs to life and shows the majestic mountains. Sam waits patiently, and Kate only has to wait a scant few minutes before Heartman waves away the holographic screen he's created and turns his attention to her.
Ah. This is awkward. How long had she been here? He stills, looking slightly unsure, gaze focused entirely on the Anomaly. Probably, he should call her by her name.
"Ehm..." He waves a hand, a bit sheepish, and then decides to extend it.
"Kate, yes? Wonderful to meet you. I'm very glad Sam was able to pick you up."
The last time she had seen him, he'd looked peaceful. Laid in bed, so still and quiet. She'd sworn she could see the ghost of a smile at his lips, and she'd held his hand and it had felt so cold and heavy in hers. She'd prayed and not wanted to leave him.
She'd never seen a dead body before. Of course she'd known that people had died; so many people had died in the time since she'd first arrived in the Northern Territories. She'd been spared from getting too close. People had kept her away. But Heartman was— he was gone. And yet he's here, lying in front of her—
And he jolts back into the world of the living and Kate startles back. She stares with wide eyes, frozen on the spot. She doesn't even pay attention to the shock of darkness to light. Moving, breathing, living—
He holds a hand out to her. Kate stares. Her eyes flutter, emotion shifting in her expression — grief and joy all mixed into one.
"You said you'd gone to the Beach." she breaths the words. "You told me not to worry."
Kate doesn't take her hand. Instead she steps forward, reaching for him. It's awkward, with the AED. She doesn't care. She moves to hug him, holding onto him as tightly as she can.
(Sam startles, stepping back a little — awkward and unsure.)
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He'd been closer. He'd made progress. He taps the hourglass, chiralium floating upwards, aware of two people among the BT casts and his research, Sam and a blonde, but he has to focus--
--he sits up entirely, twisting his arm, cuff moving to life as he begins to type, muttering to himself as he logs the number of trips, crunches the numbers just as fast as the computer does, the whole room coming to life beyond the dark and neon: Heartman murmurs about a coloured anomaly just as the main window to his research lab whirs to life and shows the majestic mountains. Sam waits patiently, and Kate only has to wait a scant few minutes before Heartman waves away the holographic screen he's created and turns his attention to her.
Ah. This is awkward. How long had she been here? He stills, looking slightly unsure, gaze focused entirely on the Anomaly. Probably, he should call her by her name.
"Ehm..." He waves a hand, a bit sheepish, and then decides to extend it.
"Kate, yes? Wonderful to meet you. I'm very glad Sam was able to pick you up."
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She'd never seen a dead body before. Of course she'd known that people had died; so many people had died in the time since she'd first arrived in the Northern Territories. She'd been spared from getting too close. People had kept her away. But Heartman was— he was gone. And yet he's here, lying in front of her—
And he jolts back into the world of the living and Kate startles back. She stares with wide eyes, frozen on the spot. She doesn't even pay attention to the shock of darkness to light. Moving, breathing, living—
He holds a hand out to her. Kate stares. Her eyes flutter, emotion shifting in her expression — grief and joy all mixed into one.
"You said you'd gone to the Beach." she breaths the words. "You told me not to worry."
Kate doesn't take her hand. Instead she steps forward, reaching for him. It's awkward, with the AED. She doesn't care. She moves to hug him, holding onto him as tightly as she can.
(Sam startles, stepping back a little — awkward and unsure.)
"I.. I didn't think I'd see you again."