[ Instead of a box, Claire carries the bag she arrived with across her body. Remembering who she is (not Widow Fraser, long-time resident) has brought a pressing concern back to the surface: What to do with the skull she also arrived with. She's decided sending it to the depths below might be the best thing to do, with her apologies to whomever's ghost she saw in the backwoods of North Carolina.
Plans are derailed when babies decide to be born, not getting the memo that she isn't truly the midwife. That makes it hours later when she's finally on her way again. By the time she reaches the pier, she's exhausted, but it isn't until she sees the young woman sitting that it seems like a nice idea to rest before finishing the task at hand. In the life that wasn't really hers, Claire remembers seeing her seatmate. They'd never met, but there's recognition. Not enough to know a name, but her features are far too striking not to notice. ]
Actually, if you happen to have another cigarette, I'd prefer that over food.
[ It's a habit she hasn't practiced in a handful of years; her last cigarette was the night Frank died, but she could do with one now. Something familiar, at least. ]
Along a Pier
Plans are derailed when babies decide to be born, not getting the memo that she isn't truly the midwife. That makes it hours later when she's finally on her way again. By the time she reaches the pier, she's exhausted, but it isn't until she sees the young woman sitting that it seems like a nice idea to rest before finishing the task at hand. In the life that wasn't really hers, Claire remembers seeing her seatmate. They'd never met, but there's recognition. Not enough to know a name, but her features are far too striking not to notice. ]
Actually, if you happen to have another cigarette, I'd prefer that over food.
[ It's a habit she hasn't practiced in a handful of years; her last cigarette was the night Frank died, but she could do with one now. Something familiar, at least. ]