Diana Gabaldon · @Writer_DG
7th Jan 2013 from Twitlonger
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It was getting late; they passed fewer and fewer cars on the road, and Mandy’s head began to nod. The mouse-princess mask had ridden up on top of her head, its pipe-cleaner whiskers poking up like antennae. Seeing this in the rearview mirror, Brianna had a sudden vision of Mandy as a tiny radar station, scanning the bleak countryside for Jem’s small, pulsing signal.
_Could she_? She shook her head, not to dispel the notion, but to keep her mind from slipping all the way out of reality. The adrenaline of her earlier rage and terror had all drained away; her hands shook a little on the steering wheel, and the darkness around them seemed vast, a yawning void that would swallow them in an instant if she stopped driving, if the feeble beam of the headlights ceased…
“Warm,” Mandy murmured sleepily.
“What, baby?” She’d heard, but was too hypnotized by the effort of keeping her eyes on the road to take it in consciously.
“Warm. ER.” Mandy struggled upright, cross. The rubber bands of her mask were stuck in her hair and she made a high-pitched cross noise as she yanked at it.
Brianna pulled carefully onto the verge, set the hand-brake, and turning round, began to disentangle the mask.
“You mean we’re going toward Jem?” she asked, careful to keep her voice from trembling.