[ She notices the staff too. Agitated. But surprised. Something's going on they don't know about either, and she's not sure if that makes her feel better or more anxious.
Pinocchio looks to her for...what? Leadership? Permission? Who is she, a voice whispers, to make decisions for others. It's not like her life has gone anywhere good.
Stop it. She can't think like that.
She nods, as much to clear her head as to answer. ]
I think that's a good idea.
[ She keeps her hand firmly in his, determined to walk down the hallway and not give into the panic screaming at her to run, to cry, to --
No. Calm. Breathe.
They round a bend and see two more employees, one with a linen bin. Okay. Definitely a hotel. That's...something. ]
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Pinocchio looks to her for...what? Leadership? Permission? Who is she, a voice whispers, to make decisions for others. It's not like her life has gone anywhere good.
Stop it. She can't think like that.
She nods, as much to clear her head as to answer. ]
I think that's a good idea.
[ She keeps her hand firmly in his, determined to walk down the hallway and not give into the panic screaming at her to run, to cry, to --
No. Calm. Breathe.
They round a bend and see two more employees, one with a linen bin. Okay. Definitely a hotel. That's...something. ]