Georgia had been talking with Shaun about running off to Canada. She supposes, in a way, that means she was willing to run off and live far closer to nature than she'd ever been tempted towards before. It might have looked a lot like this, she thinks. She doesn't actually know much about Canadian flora.
But the big, important difference is that Canada would have Shaun, and Canada would be her choice. Not another in an endless parade of places she's waking up in with no memory of how she got there.
But fuck it. She's Georgia Goddamn Mason, or at least 97% of her. She shoves her sunglasses on and just like that, the fear and uncertainty are pushed down under righteous annoyance and intrepid curiosity. It'll have to do, until she can find a way home.
"I am going to write about this," she says, with the dire tone of someone threatening death to her enemies. She stalks towards the camp in the distance. If anyone's around, it seems likely they'll be there. It's a good place to start, at least.
Georgia Mason
But the big, important difference is that Canada would have Shaun, and Canada would be her choice. Not another in an endless parade of places she's waking up in with no memory of how she got there.
But fuck it. She's Georgia Goddamn Mason, or at least 97% of her. She shoves her sunglasses on and just like that, the fear and uncertainty are pushed down under righteous annoyance and intrepid curiosity. It'll have to do, until she can find a way home.
"I am going to write about this," she says, with the dire tone of someone threatening death to her enemies. She stalks towards the camp in the distance. If anyone's around, it seems likely they'll be there. It's a good place to start, at least.