Worried (RP for reallyoldguy)

They were halfway. They were more than halfway actually. She'd read somewhere, in one of the countless books that she'd taken to reading in a pace to consume them even more than usual, about this image. Of taking a piece of paper and folding it in half, a visual representation of how divisible these things can be. On;y in Fred's mind, it wasn't quite that way always. After all, everything was guesses and estimates no matter how much poking and prodding there was. And nothing was symmetrical either, what was so far wasn't what would be so future.

Each day was different.

That's all she'd come to count on, and even for how changable that sounded, it had its own steadiness.

Today was different too, in its own pressing way. Mostly because she was worried, and not quite sure where to start. Other than to pull on her jeans, her sweater, and start things off as simply as possible. Complicated was bound to come, and there was no need to greet the day that way. Dressed, and not so much pressed and at least ...brushed, Fred began to wander through the house, looking for one thing, one person in particular.

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