Joan nods and sits up, wiping tears from her cheeks.
"Yeah...that would work. Ummm...my phone..."
Sherlock reaches into his pocket and pulls out Watson's cell phone. He hands it to her.
"You left it in the living room."
Joan takes it. "Thanks." She holds it in both hands, staring down at it, frozen. What does she do? Call her dad? Call Oren? Throw the phone at the wall and break down again because talking to either one of them only makes this real and she doesn't want it to be real...
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Date: 2021-12-13 04:25 am (UTC)"Yeah...that would work. Ummm...my phone..."
Sherlock reaches into his pocket and pulls out Watson's cell phone. He hands it to her.
"You left it in the living room."
Joan takes it. "Thanks." She holds it in both hands, staring down at it, frozen. What does she do? Call her dad? Call Oren? Throw the phone at the wall and break down again because talking to either one of them only makes this real and she doesn't want it to be real...