A continuation from part 3.
Danielle had borrowed a jeep from the chantry and gone to the only address Max had possessed.
It turned out to be an abandoned, burned down, Dairy Queen.
As she stood in the ruins, confused, a man cleared his throat from behind her, startling her.
Especially startling her because she had previously scanned the area for Life before entering.
Was this man like Max? She’d need to be careful.
She held up her hands to the man, turning slowly, and studied him.
He didn’t look like a fighter at least. Greasy, short brown hair, unassuming plain blue shirt and dark blue jeans. Tennis shoes.
She couldn’t tell what color his eyes were behind his sunglasses, but he had slight acne and could probably stand to lose a few pounds.
She wagered he was about 6 feet tall. He was at least taller than her 5’5″ which was pretty easy to do.
When she saw he wasn’t armed she lowered her hands.
He smugly leaned against a crumbling wall and crossed his arms, “I wondered when the wife would make an appearance. I didn’t know she’d be ‘Other’ though.”
It took her a moment to understand his comment. He was like Max was. At least that was now confirmed.
“I could say the same about you,” she finally retorted.
The man made a huffing sound, bordering on a chuckle, “I know I’m human. I can’t say the same for you. Some think…” he trailed off, this man was a talker and aware of it. “Why are you here?”
“Max is dead, there’s no point in sending your men to hospitals looking for him anymore,” Why was she being so cold about this? Was it because she didn’t feel connected to this timeline? This was the man who had helped make Samantha. Or was it because this man standing in front of her didn’t have the right to see her at her weakest. To know that she loved him and a part of her misses him every day, alternate timeline or not. It was still a version of herself.
The man’s expression remained neutral, “They aren’t my men, but thank you. How did he die?”
Danielle frowned. This man had no right to know. Or did he? She wasn’t sure how much contact Max had had with whoever or whatever he was… had been.
She felt them connect, steeling herself against either a mental or physical attack.
Instead, as her breathing calmed she looked back at the man who had tried to demand her past from her and he nodded in respect, turned, and started walking away.
“I’ll let them know they don’t need to search for him anymore, thank you. Don’t come here again,” he said over his shoulder.
She nodded and he kept going, leaving her alone in the ruins.