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| Scene Title | He Found Us |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | On a night when Quinn is trying to unwind from a week of unusual events, Elaine comes baring bad news. |
| Date | July 15, 2010 |
Gun Hill: Quinn's Flat
Running up four flights of stairs is not an easy task, especially when you're out of breath from running several blocks and possibly terrified. So when Elaine reaches the door to Quinn's apartment, banging on the door, she's struggling for air, heavily leaning on the doorframe as she attempts to get the air together for a cohesive sentence. "Quinn!"
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be…
Playing the piano had always been Robyn Quinn's favourite way to unwind, singing a favourite song as she lets the music carry her fingers across the keys almost mindlessly. Tonight, she felt, was as better a day as ever to spend behind her piano, unwinding. Thinking. The entire week so far had been fraught with alternating bouts of worry, uneasiness, fear, and general unhappiness. All feelings Quinn far from accustomed to. Sure, there had been some bright spots - but that didn't change the fact that much of her days as of late had been an uncomfortable mess of things around her she hoped would soon untangle itself. That she hoped could soon be resolved. Not that things were bad, she just… wasn't used to how things had gone as of late.
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer
Let it be…
But for now, all of her worries are forgotten, sitting at her piano with the door to her music studio opened, letting the music filter out into the entire flat as she plays her favourite Beatles song, singing along from heart. Play slow and searchingly, as if there actually will be an answer within the song. It's been like that all night. Different songs, of course, but always the same thoughtful approach.
For Quinn, this is a good night. At least it had been. At the sudden banging on her door, the playing abruptly stops, Quinn looking out into her common room with worry and suspicion. But she's not one to keep someone waiting, particularly not Elaine, ad absolutely not when she was banging and shouting. Hopping up from her piano bench, she makes her way to the door post haste, throwing it open with a worried expression. "Elaine? What in the world is going on?"
Gasping for air, Elaine is struggling to get her bearings. So it takes her a moment before she can form coherent words. "He found us…" Gasp. "..couple blocks down… me an' Sable…" She takes a moment to cough into her arm. "She told me to get here… to get anyone… please, Quinn, I don't know what to do! She's out there with him!"
“He?” Quinn says at first. It takes a moment before recognition washes over her face, likely a byproduct of trying to wash herself up in music all night long. Her eyes widen, the Irishwoman immediately darting back into her common room, rooting around in her messenger bag for something. “Jesus Christ, Elaine, are you okay? Did you call the police?” she questions before pulling out her phone and keys. “Wait!” she suddenly exclaims, spinning back to Elaine. “Sable’s still out there? Are you feckin’ kidding me?”
"N-No, I didn't do anything, I just ran here.. I just ran here.." Elaine's practically sobbing. "I can't stay here, I have to go back there, Quinn, I can't leave her alone out there!" She's already breathlessly moving towards the stairs.
“Jesus, I…” Quinn looks back at her room. Clearly she doesn’t have time to linger, so with hesitation she takes off after Elaine, bag slung over her shoulder, phone out. “I’m going t’ call the feckin’ police this time, Elaine,” she shouts as she catches up to her. “Damnit, sable better be okay…”
"Call them, I've just gotta make sure she's okay!" Elaine half-runs, half-stumbles down the stairs towards the door that leaves out.
"Jesus, if she's hurt cause of me…" She mutters between gasps of air. She stumbles down the last flight of stairs.
“How far down the street was it?” Quinn inquires hurriedly. She’s already got 911 entered into her phone as she bounds down right behind Elaine, almost losing her balance several times – only adrenaline and her desire to get to Sable before something goes terribly wrong keeps her upright. “She’s okay, Elaine. It’s Sable. Trust me, she’s fine.” Quinn was really, really hoping, at least.