[She clings to him, struck by a sense of uncomfortable familiarity. Surely there were times when she was like this with Grandpa. But thinking that right now doesn't help her feel better at all.]
[She hopes desperately that Vimes won't disappear while she's holding onto him. So far, he still seems very real, very there. After a while her sobs peter out into sniffles, and she loosens her grip on him, though she doesn't make any move otherwise.]
AND A GOOSEBERRY
[She hopes desperately that Vimes won't disappear while she's holding onto him. So far, he still seems very real, very there. After a while her sobs peter out into sniffles, and she loosens her grip on him, though she doesn't make any move otherwise.]
I hope she's okay.