[. . . wow, that's heavy. Jack can't remember the weekend either - it seems like nobody can, so completely that he'd come into work thinking it was Saturday until he'd seen two days of the calendar checked off and the stock a busy weekend's worth of depleted - but he'd never suspected anything sinister might have happened in that time.
But what Elizabeth is talking about is at least familiar, even if in a way that he would prefer not to remember. Suspecting someone was gone, not knowing for sure but still sort of knowing, in that sick pit-of-your-stomach way. Not being able to scrub out of your head the looping replay of the things you should have done.
He replied and his voice is softer, more intent. A little older than the rest of him.]
I- I can't talk about this on the journals. Not if I don't have to. Why don't you come over.
[filtered]
But what Elizabeth is talking about is at least familiar, even if in a way that he would prefer not to remember. Suspecting someone was gone, not knowing for sure but still sort of knowing, in that sick pit-of-your-stomach way. Not being able to scrub out of your head the looping replay of the things you should have done.
He replied and his voice is softer, more intent. A little older than the rest of him.]
I- I can't talk about this on the journals. Not if I don't have to. Why don't you come over.