She'd made them do a printout of the list, grabbing a pen from one of the desks and scribbling notes on it. It was weird, having a list that had her name attached to it but without any memory of having read any of the books. Not that she'd had time to read a book lately, her last vacation had gotten sidetracked and well-- apparently she was now in Gloucester.
So she was ignoring it, analysing lists and trying to do something that felt fine and normal when nothing really felt fine and normal. As if her life was normal anymore anyway.
"I can't say I recognise the name... Which is weird, right? Reading a book you don't know you've read and probably haven't actually read? Right?"
➥ Training Wheels Off Addison's been walking through the carriages, feeling a little crazy with just sitting and waiting. She'd stopped and talked to a couple of people before it had felt too awkward and she'd moved on, walking through the next carriage.
Until the door doesn't open. She hits the button again in case it didn't register or it was a little stuck but still it doesn't move. Stuck.
"Oh come on."
She taps it again, then taps on the glass of the door. All she wanted to do was find someone else to talk to not get stuck between carriages.
addison montgomery / greys anatomy
"Is this on yours too?"
She'd made them do a printout of the list, grabbing a pen from one of the desks and scribbling notes on it. It was weird, having a list that had her name attached to it but without any memory of having read any of the books. Not that she'd had time to read a book lately, her last vacation had gotten sidetracked and well-- apparently she was now in Gloucester.
So she was ignoring it, analysing lists and trying to do something that felt fine and normal when nothing really felt fine and normal. As if her life was normal anymore anyway.
"I can't say I recognise the name... Which is weird, right? Reading a book you don't know you've read and probably haven't actually read? Right?"
➥ Training Wheels Off
Addison's been walking through the carriages, feeling a little crazy with just sitting and waiting. She'd stopped and talked to a couple of people before it had felt too awkward and she'd moved on, walking through the next carriage.
Until the door doesn't open. She hits the button again in case it didn't register or it was a little stuck but still it doesn't move. Stuck.
"Oh come on."
She taps it again, then taps on the glass of the door. All she wanted to do was find someone else to talk to not get stuck between carriages.