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[[ WELCOME ]]
*half-hearted wave, barely looking up*
*blinks and pauses, smiling gently* Detective Jack Harkness.. and who are you, lovely?
“Summer. Summer Rainault.” Her green eyes look somehow bruised, and there’s no return smile.
“Nice to meet you Summer.. What a beautiful name.” He kept his smile, despite the lack of a return. “What brings you to this part of town?”
“I’m just wandering. Running away.” She shrugged a shoulder, wondering why this stranger, of all people, should care to talk to her. Was the darkness written on her face so clearly then, that anyone could see it?
He blinked. “Running away? Now.. Why are you running away, mm?” Jack put a gentle hand on her shoulder, “What would a pretty girl like yourself be running away from?”
Another shrug. “Myself. They say hell is other people. It’s not. Hell is yourself.” Summer looked up at the man — Jack Harkness, he’d called himself — a world of aching sadness in her face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thanks for asking.”