"They're doing well," Astrid answers with the same cheerful yet evasive tone. It'll come out eventually what kind of condition Peter is in and where Olivia went, but she isn't going to mention it now--it's not something that can be explained with just words.
Astrid is used to a slow pace--Walter had a tendency to shuffle when walking, after all, and probably still does. She waits patiently at doors and leads him into the parking garage.
And further into the parking garage.
And further and further and just when most people would think that this was where they'd be killed and nobody would ever find the bodies, she stops at a scuffed, formerly bright blue little semicircle of a car.
Somehow it's almost absurdly well-fitted to her. She opens the driver's side door, places the muffins on the back seat, then makes her way round to the other side of the car to unlock and open the passenger-side door.
Well, she's a bit too short to reach it from the inside, even in a teenymobile like this one.
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"They're doing well," Astrid answers with the same cheerful yet evasive tone. It'll come out eventually what kind of condition Peter is in and where Olivia went, but she isn't going to mention it now--it's not something that can be explained with just words.
Astrid is used to a slow pace--Walter had a tendency to shuffle when walking, after all, and probably still does. She waits patiently at doors and leads him into the parking garage.
And further into the parking garage.
And further and further and just when most people would think that this was where they'd be killed and nobody would ever find the bodies, she stops at a scuffed, formerly bright blue little semicircle of a car.
Somehow it's almost absurdly well-fitted to her. She opens the driver's side door, places the muffins on the back seat, then makes her way round to the other side of the car to unlock and open the passenger-side door.
Well, she's a bit too short to reach it from the inside, even in a teenymobile like this one.