In the monitor room of the brownstone
Nov. 26th, 2005 08:12 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Dinah has brought in plates loaded with food for herself and Pieter, though those plates are now half-emptied. "If you want more of that green bean casserole, I think there's another pan of it left," she tells Pieter. "What about dessert? There's pumpkin pie. Is that vegetarian enough for you?"
Pieter smiles slowly. "Hey, I don't know all the rules yet," she teases him back. "You're going to have to--" She breaks off, frowning. His mouth is open, and she can hear his voice, but it is deeper and slower than it should be. "Pieter?" She leans over to shake his shoulder. No response.
She looks at the monitor images for the brownstone's interior. The figures pictured are not moving. "Light, you bastard," she mutters under her breath, creeping slowly to the monitor door.
Pieter smiles slowly. "Hey, I don't know all the rules yet," she teases him back. "You're going to have to--" She breaks off, frowning. His mouth is open, and she can hear his voice, but it is deeper and slower than it should be. "Pieter?" She leans over to shake his shoulder. No response.
She looks at the monitor images for the brownstone's interior. The figures pictured are not moving. "Light, you bastard," she mutters under her breath, creeping slowly to the monitor door.