danny and janey

Who: Danny and Janey
Where: The Village
When: afternoon

Who: Danny and Janey
Where: St. Mary's Hospital
When: late afternoon

Danny had slept on and off through the night, head either resting on Janey's bed or sitting up in the chair he'd pulled next to her. He'd dreamed as well, horrible nightmares that left him waking, gasping for air, but with no memory of what was suffocating him.

Who: Danny and Janey
Where: St. Peter’s Cathedral grounds
When: Just after Mass

Who: Danny and Janey
Where:their apartment
When: lunch time

He'd spent the morning checking in at the station then going by the florist to pick up flowers for Cheyenne. Now armed with another bouquet for his wife, Danny decided that he could have lunch at home today. It wasn't a normal occurrence, usually settling for diner food or a sandwich from somewhere, but today seemed like a good day for it.

Who: Danny and Janey
Where: The McKinnon Apartment
When: Late afternoon

Who: Danny and Janey
Where: Eidolon General
When: late

The last thing Danny remembered was being wheeled into the ambulance. He must have passed out, or they gave him something to knock him out, on the way over. The next thing he saw was the pattern of the ceiling tiles in the small room they'd dumped him in. A machine whirred in the off to his left somewhere, something else from another angle beeped steadily.

Who: Danny and Janey
Where: The McKinnon apartment
When: Early morning

Danny had woken up feeling disoriented from dreaming, but after a moment realized the ringing wasn't a phone, just the alarm going off. Another day of work awaited him. The girl had snuck out the day before, not that he really minded but he knew that Janey was upset. Rolling over, he didn't want to tell her about the job, but Hollis was right, it was dangerous. Gently he stroked her hair, listening to her breathing briefly before speaking. "You awake honey?"

Who: Janey and Danny
Where: their apartment
When: Late Afternoon

Who: Janey and Danny
Where: Their apartment
When: Mid-afternoon

Janey sat in the bedroom, sorting through the basket of clean laundry at her feet. She hunched slightly over, trying to ignore the ache in the pit of her abdomen: a sign of her body’s betrayal. Despite all that had happened in the past, she couldn’t help but cling to a little bit of hope that maybe someday she would have a child. So each time her monthly visitor arrived, she was left with the sting of disappointment.