"You're a sight for sore eyes," I commented, as I stepped through the doorway. You studied my face for a moment, and your smile faltered. Without sayi...ng a word, you closed the door behind me, pulled my heavy coat from my shoulders and dropped it on the ground, and wrapped your arms around me. My face was pressed into your chest, the soft cotton of your shirt and your faint masculine smell telling me I was home, and everything would be all right. I started to let my guard down, and all of a. It’s just after everything he’s been through, I didn’t have the heart to tell him.”“Tell him what, Jill?” I had to know, my voice scratchy and taut with tension.“Tell him that I’ve changed my mind. That I want to spend the last five days of my hall pass with Malcolm, not with him.”Again, there was a long silence between us, as my pulse returned from double over boost to just plain old stressed. As I realized that although this was bad news for Callan, it didn’t really hurt me.I think I must. Fine fellow, that. Would you like to go to church with me tomorrow? Tisn't far you know. The minister only comes down here once or twice a month; deacon does for the usual service most days. Ten o'clock." Things seemed to be speeding along, down hill, and he had no idea where the brake was located."I'm not much of a churchgoer I fear." She licked her lips and felt his gaze, remembering when she had stopped going after her stepmother criticized her dress and behavior, even insisted that she sang. Her clothes seemed fairly modern, although in perhaps a stereotypical fashion of a witch, she was all in black - A black dress, black coat, and black boots."It's so good to meet you, Jessica, I'm Natasha," the witch says to her, going in for an embrace, which surprised Jessica, given that they'd only just met, but she didn't honestly mind, the lady seemed nice.She complimented Jessica's denim overalls, noting she hadn't thought they'd ever make a comeback, as a trend. Something about it made.