Tess

[cottoncandypink]

The door opens to Wilford's dressing room. The blue walls are decorated with framed vintage movie posters, opening up for a vanity that doesn't look like it's been used since Wilford moved into the building. Along the exterior brick wall is where Wilford's set up his office, with a few shelves and filing cabinets behind the massive desk. The other side of the room is more of a lounge, with a black leather sofa and matching chair, and a smudged up glass coffee table that shows evidence of small, sticky hands.

Wilford closes the door behind them, only to open it again to reveal the large closet where he keeps several other guns. He stores the rifle in with the rest, making sure the door is locked so the nosy little toddler can't find his way in.

Beyond the door leading to the hall, people are obviously coming and going. Someone's having a heated argument, but the soundproofing in the building is heavy enough that nothing specific can be made out.

Now that there's signal, Wilford pulls out his phone to check the traffic report. Wilford sighs. "Someone dropped a yacht on the beltway," he says.

His phone isn't buzzing with missed texts though, so he's hoping it happened after Andy got past that point.

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[cottoncandypink]

Wilford stays in the sand for longer than he needs to or should. Eventually, the roar of engines fade off further down the beach, meaning it's probably safe to get up. It takes him longer than he wants it to. He can't seem to support his own weight, but he eventually manages to get to his feet by rolling over onto one side. His arm is pain from his neck to his fingertips. He's bleeding. His glasses are god knows where. Other people on the beach are getting to their feet and fleeing before anything comes back for them, while lifeguards and paramedics start making their way out to help get people off the sand.

He can't see very well, but Wilford is pretty sure he should be hearing Tess shouting at him right now. She's not. But something that is vaguely Tess-shaped and coloured is lying in the sand not too far from where Wilford got flattened.

Fuck. That's just... fucking great. What in the hell is he supposed to do about this?