[ It turns out to be Blake's face that shows through the opening door of the apartment, only this time, it's considerably different. For whatever reason, in this dream, he happens to be a she. It's impossible to tell whether that's an effect of Wonderland or just John's mind at work, but in any case, this feminine form is fully integrated into the landscape.
Blake's wearing what amounts of a waitressing uniform, save for the tennis shoes. An apron is draped over her purse arm and she's carrying heels, a paper grocery bag, and several newspapers along with a semi-harrowed look.
She pins her eyes right on Meg and her expression softens considerably in an attempt to hide the stress. ] Oh, honey, what're you doin' over there, huh? Come away from the window...
[ It's coaxed from a distance with familiarity. In the meantime, Blake's trying to deposit everything carefully on to the floor. Outside, police sirens play in the distance as they're apt to do on this side of town. ]
Perf~
Blake's wearing what amounts of a waitressing uniform, save for the tennis shoes. An apron is draped over her purse arm and she's carrying heels, a paper grocery bag, and several newspapers along with a semi-harrowed look.
She pins her eyes right on Meg and her expression softens considerably in an attempt to hide the stress. ] Oh, honey, what're you doin' over there, huh? Come away from the window...
[ It's coaxed from a distance with familiarity. In the meantime, Blake's trying to deposit everything carefully on to the floor. Outside, police sirens play in the distance as they're apt to do on this side of town. ]