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[Don't say purgatory, don't say purgatory, don't say purgatory--]

Do I remember what, exactly, someone tying me down and jabbing me in the arm with needles and supernatural ink-- no, Annie, I don't remember that one happening. Not today, anyway.

[He glares vaguely at his arm and gives it a shake, as if the tattoo will just slide off.]

Didn't even want a tattoo.

[She's not saying it.

She's just thinking it really, really hard.]

Well there's no need to be-

[Wait.]

Does that mean it's happened before?

[THINK QUIETER.]

That's what you're going to ask me? Really? At a time like this, in a place like this-- I mean, we're in space, Annie, we're in space with tattoos--we may have joined a cult. Don't you want to talk about that a little bit? At the least we ought to get out there and look for George.

Sometimes I seriously worry about your priorities. I really do.

[SHE'S TRYING.]

All right, no need to be snappish about it.

[Geez.]

You said you thought he would come 'round a corner.

Yeah.

[But now they're staring at the corner and... no George. Nothing happens.]

Well, it's probably another corner. This place is full of corners, it might be any one.

[Just a moment longer of expectant staring, just in case--and then Mitchell lets out a frustrated breath. Fine, George, be like that.]

C'mon, we'd better go and have a look ourselves.

Edited 2013-03-26 14:02 (UTC)

Here, don't-

[She doesn't usually grip. She hasn't for a while, anyway, ever since she started leaving the house more often.

Anyway, she's reaching now, gripping now. She wasn't scared when she got dressed and she wasn't scared until Mitchell pointed out that they're in space and now she's not scared - well, maybe a little - okay maybe she's scared.

But she's gripping, deal.]

[Ghosts can hold things--ghosts can sort of hold onto you, if they concentrate hard enough. Or at least there's a vague tingly feeling where their hands are, like the thousand pins-and-needles feeling of having your foot fall asleep (which actually, Mitchell would be hard-pressed to recall, poor to nonexistent circulation and all).

And he's distracted--by impossibly being in space, by purgatory (which he is still trying not to think of, because that's not what this is, this is very different), by where the hell is George and how do I get this bloody tattoo removed--and not distracted, significantly not distracted, by thoughts of what might be in his locker--

Well, so it takes a moment before he realises Annie's grip, it's just sort of there at first--and then he looks at her hand, and then up at her.]

Are you all right? Because it's just that you're-- [He nods down at her hand.] --I'm not complaining. Only asking.

Well, I was just thinking-

[Okay, so this is a thought. Maybe not her exact thought but a thought she is having. Maybe she is only lying a little so that Mitchell won't get worried or something. So maybe this is just the smallest of thoughts in a vast sea of thoughts.]

We don't know how we got here, so I best hold on, what if we get separated?

[Okay so that's part of the thought. The inverse of that is I would rather stick closeby in case mystery tattoos and space kidnappings turn into anal probing.

Not that they could.

Could they?

Oh god she's spent too much time with George because it just comes out of her mouth-]

You don't think this is an abduction, do you?

An abduction.

[He repeats it, flatly--a little let down, honestly, because for a minute there Annie had a really good thought going. If they're in space, then they're going hundreds of thousands of--how do they measure distance in space? It's more than kilometers, right, it's light years--how does that work when you don't actually have a body?

But now bugger that thought, because he's stopped walking entirely and he's just. Staring.]

Oh my God, how much late-night television have you watched? This is George, isn't it, this is-- this is exactly George, oh, Annie-- Annie, there aren't aliens and abductions and probings and impregnations, that stuff's for bad movies, and weirdos living in their parent's cellars. And George, apparently.

Look, but the point is: there's no such thing as little grey men.

Well twenty minutes ago I would have also said there is no such thing as a spaceship that kidnaps you while you make tea, either, Mitchell!

[HUFF.]

Also you can't fault me for watching too much television, late at night! Do you know how boring it is when everyone is sleeping?

Some of it's actually quite good.

[But she's clinging more because oh my god little grey men]

Oh, really. Name one that's 'quite good', I'll bet you can't name a single-- Annie, seriously-- that's my arm, I'll need it later, stop trying to wrench it offa me--

[How is he meant to think about being in space with a ghost hanging off of his arm? How are they ever going to find George if he's been abducted by-- oh, brilliant, now he's thinking about the stupid grey men, just brilliant--]

You could wake me up, y'know. Or you could try and get a bit of sleep yourself, it might do you good. But programmes about yetis and crop circles and implants don't do you any good at all. [Lecturing now, young lady, this is the ancient voice of one hundred years of wisdom telling you don't watch crap television you will rot your ghostbrains.]

That one with the mashed potato mountains!

[She doesn't remember the name so sue her. Also that was a movie.]

George and I watched it once when you were at work.

[It was the best she made tea and he ate popcorn and they bonded.]

Also I don't want to wake you up when you sleep you finally lose that face. You know the one.

[It's the one you're making right now, Mitchell.]

Mashed-- Close Encounters? Close Encounters doesn't even have proper abductions in it, and it also, I'm compelled to add, it also isn't a programme. Though it's slightly better taste from George than I've come to expect--

[And he could go off and talk about that for a bit, except hang on]

What face?

That one programme with unsolved mysteries! Oh, oh! Or the one with William Shatner and the goblin on the plane!

[Okay see? Those are on television.

Okay she's going to pause here. And not talk about your face.]

George turned me on to that one. I suppose we could do with William Shatner right now.

[Yes she's mixing bad sci-fi television up. Thanks, George.]

[Under his breath:] Thank you, George.

[And now, much more normally:]

Much as I'd love to talk about William Shatner and his goblin-- [Maybe that's a euphemism and maybe it isn't] --can we first conclude that there aren't any grey men hanging about?

And what face, I don't pull any particular... faces. [He trails off as he realizes what she's just inadvertently said.] D'you-- often watch us while we're sleeping?

Edited 2013-03-27 01:13 (UTC)

[AHA SO YOU BELIEVE HER.]

See! You think we were abducted as well!

[Er.]

And not often. Not as often as you would think. I mean it was mostly when you had just moved in.

I never said that! I never-- no, I don't think we were abducted. I never said that.

[In the grand scheme of things, being watched by a ghost whilst sleeping is really not so weird or bad and anyway he sort of half knew about it. --Okay, so it's still a little weird. But this is far more important.]

If it's an abduction--and I'm not saying it is--then it's less of a flying saucers paranoiac's wet dream abduction, and more of a-- of a guys-in-a-van style abduction. [Which isn't much better.] No grey men.

That we've seen. Yet.

[Oh, bless, we're staying with a topic that doesn't remind her of what a mess she was when she first died.]

Yet..

[She's not quite clinging anymore, though. She's clutching her box of tea.]

What if they're experimenting on George?

[Worst. Case. Scenario.]

Would you listen to yourself? They are not experimenting on George! Who the hell are they, haven't we established that there aren't any--

[But now she's got him thinking of it, and he's not going to stop thinking about it until they find George (because if they're here, then at least George is here as well, it stands to reason).]

...No. No, Annie, that's mad, we are not going to let ourselves-- assume the worst. [Except he already is assuming the worst, and then some, and it shows on his face.

A moment longer, and he makes an irritated noise and turns on his heel to start off again, his eyes narrowed.]

Oh, come on.

You're right, you're right.

[But she reaches for his arm again. If she's going to be on board she's going to not lose Mitchell to little grey men or a possible anal probe. She will go down fighting.]

Lead on.

[Her touch registers a little faster this time, and Mitchell glances at it for a second before he looks up at her face. She's very touchy, for a ghost, which means she was probably a little touchy as a person--well, she's a person, just a dead person--which isn't a strike against her, just a fact.

Anyways. He smiles, just slightly, even though he's half-worried over grey men and their probes himself.]

We're going t' find him. And then we'll have another thing to put in the scrapbook--The Time We Saved George, This Time With Possible Aliens. You can do your own late-night movie on it.

[She finally smiles back, her eyes crinkling a little, because, well.

Mitchell.]

Only if you agree to be in it as well.

What, me?

[He holds his hand out and wiggles his fingers at her.]

You've got a better chance of showing up on film. But if you ask re-eeeally nicely, I might agree to do the special-effects.

Well, lets find a way home, and then I'll think of something I can do.

[Was that innuendo? No. Accidental innuendo, maybe, but in true Annie style she doesn't realize it until about ten seconds after it leaves her mouth, at which point she just closes it.]

[That was--

Well. Er. He opens his mouth, and shuts it--and there's a pause, maybe just a touch awkward--and then he laughs, and rubs at the back of his neck. And once he's laughed again--like that's going to dispel any awkwardness!--he manages to look over at her.]

Yeah. We'll just-- work that part out later. [Does she know what she's-- she seems to, right? Right. Just... move on.]

Right. Well, let's go and rescue George.

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