aiden and delilah

Who: Aiden and Delilah
When: Very early morning
Where: Voicemail

Delilah, it's Aiden. I'm calling to check in, see how you're doin'. I've got to take off for a couple of days for work. I'll be back in town on Monday, if you would be up for dinner. I'll talk to you soon. Stay safe.

Who: Aiden & Delilah
Where: Voicemail
When: Mid-morning

Delilah - it's Aiden. Just a quick call to check in and see if you're all right. Give me a ring back as soon as you get this, would you?

Who: Aiden and Delilah
When: late afternoon
Where: Delilah's house

Delilah had gotten up with the full expectation of making pie. There'd been a small hitch in getting fresh peaches, but she'd managed to find some that didn't feel or smell too bad. It was the last day of the weekend, after all, and she'd promised pie and coffee and perhaps some more conversation. She was a social creature at heart, and she enjoyed company. Especially company she could bake for, which she couldn't do with Corwin. Not that she didn't enjoy his visits. She sent her well-wishes out into the void when she heard about the terrible tragedy of the house fire as she worked. Three children now without parents, it was terrible. Her heart went out to them, for what it was worth.

Once the creation was ready and cooling on the windowsil in the kitchen, and there was a fresh pot brewing, she picked up the phone and instructed it to dial Aiden's number. There was a chance he might be unavailable, and that was all right. She could always start in on it herself. Delilah leaned against the kitchen counter and listened to the other side ring.

Who: Aiden and Delilah
When: mid afternoonish
Where: streets, coffee shop

The first day back at school had been rather quiet and depressing. Their classroom was almost empty, only three students had been there. They'd heard from the parents of others, most of them out of town or out of state altogether, and Delilah wasn't honestly sure if all of them were coming back or not. Not to stay, at least. Which made her sad. She loved them, but she was beginning to think that maybe they were better off elsewhere anyway. Marquette was getting to be not the place for children, especially disadvantaged ones.

She'd felt oddly restless upon returning home, and had decided to take Alexi out for a walk. She still didn't plan on being out after dark, despite the news -- confirmed by a message from Corwin on her machine -- that the vampires were gone. Maybe it was just a good policy in general. But it was still in the hours before sunset, and her dog needed to get out. So did she. The Dreamwalker strolled down the sidewalk, harness in hand, sunglasses in place, mind a thousand and one miles away.