Jo felt that the fact she was able to get away from Crowley at all was proof enough that he had no intention of hurting her, just like he seemed to have no intention of hurting John-- but all the same, she was eager to put as much distance between them as possible, fumbling for her phone as she made her way towards the room she shared with Tom on the fifth floor. She left an anxious message for James while en route, intent on grabbing a few necessities from the room and then planning to keep moving-- taking Tom with her if he was there. If he wasn't, she would track him down.
She'd been told not to warn Tom, to let him handle this himself, but she was doubting her ability to honor that promise. There was no way she was leaving him alone while this ghost from his past was on the loose. She knew what it was, knew that if she saw him she was supposed to fire and then make a break for it, but she'd also seen the echo of the mansion's memory replaying itself on loop.
She couldn't watch that again. That couldn't happen. Too many people had died already; Tom could not be counted among all the casualties.
What his future self had asked of her was way too much. There was no way she was turning a blind eye, no way she was just standing by and letting this happen. She was a hunter, a term she'd always thought of as being synonymous with hero, and ignoring her job here wasn't an option. She trusted him, respected what he asked her to do and thought she knew why he'd done it, but she couldn't follow his direction. Not if she wanted to sleep soundly ever again.
She tucked her phone into her back pocket when she hit the landing, heading down the fifth floor corridor as quickly as her legs would carry her, at the alert and anxiously glancing back over her shoulder every few steps -- just in case.
2/13/2014 - This is my year of living dangerously; (Jo & Harry, late in the day)
She'd been told not to warn Tom, to let him handle this himself, but she was doubting her ability to honor that promise. There was no way she was leaving him alone while this ghost from his past was on the loose. She knew what it was, knew that if she saw him she was supposed to fire and then make a break for it, but she'd also seen the echo of the mansion's memory replaying itself on loop.
She couldn't watch that again. That couldn't happen. Too many people had died already; Tom could not be counted among all the casualties.
What his future self had asked of her was way too much. There was no way she was turning a blind eye, no way she was just standing by and letting this happen. She was a hunter, a term she'd always thought of as being synonymous with hero, and ignoring her job here wasn't an option. She trusted him, respected what he asked her to do and thought she knew why he'd done it, but she couldn't follow his direction. Not if she wanted to sleep soundly ever again.
She tucked her phone into her back pocket when she hit the landing, heading down the fifth floor corridor as quickly as her legs would carry her, at the alert and anxiously glancing back over her shoulder every few steps -- just in case.