Yesterday's Gone: Season One

think it might even make them.   And the terrible scary gets bigger and bigger until it’s everywhere, so if the terrible scary outside is like the terrible scary I saw on the way to the lobster tacos, we have to go right now.”  
    Paola said, “What happens if we don’t?”
    “I don’t know,” Luca said, shaking his head, “but I think we might become part of the terrible scary too.”  
    A cold chill flooded Mary’s back. She poured herself a glass of water, wishing it were something harder, and drank it all in one gulp, then said, “I’ll be right back.”
    “Where are you going?” Paola looked at her mom, quietly pleading, don’t leave!
    Mary answered with apologetic eyes, but said, “I’ll be quick. I have to talk with Will and Desmond. We have to sort this out. Need a refill before I go?”
    Paola nodded. Mary topped off her daughter’s drink with a quick squirt and two more cherries.
    “You?” she turned to Luca.
    “I’m good.”
    Mary smiled, then left the bar. A minute later, she was between Will and Desmond, arms crossed, demanding answers.  
    “I don’t understand,” she said, shaking her head at Desmond. “You’ve been five steps ahead since this all started. We need you right now. What’s our plan? If we have to stay then we have to stay. But we can’t just stay because we’re not going.”
    Mary felt herself teetering at the edge of hysteria.
    “It’s okay,” Desmond said. “I’m sorry I’m indecisive, but I honestly don’t know what to do and am having a hard time sorting through my thoughts. I usually listen to instinct, but right now, I don’t know what else to say other than my Spidey sense is tingling, and the solutions aren’t showing themselves to me like they usually do.”  
    He found her eyes. “What do you think we should do, Mary?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t know, and I really don’t care. I just want to do something and I want to know what that something is. I don’t want to be scared; I’m sick of it. Impossible starts the second you let fear get bigger than faith.”  
    “At the risk of everyone here thinking I’m just some old hippie,” Will interrupted, “I need to go off and do a bit of my best thinking. That requires herbal supplementation, so I’m off to find Jimmy. If you still trust my instincts after this morning’s monster roll-call, I promise I’ll be back with a plan in less than half an hour. If not, well I really can’t blame you. I am an old man, after all, who’s about to go off and get stoned in our hour of need.” Will smiled, then walked off.  
    Desmond turned to Mary. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I feel like I’m letting you down.”
    “No, you’re not letting me down. I guess I’ve just grown over-reliant on your awesome leadership. And this is all a bit... much.”
    “Do you trust Will’s advice?” Desmond asked.
    “If I knew how I felt about that,” Mary said, “I’d feel a million times better. But right now, I don’t know which way is up.”
    “I know what you mean. I’m not used to my instincts waffling around like this, and I’ve never felt like so many lives were dependent on me. Plus,” he looked past Mary for a second, then swallowed the sentence.
    “What?” Mary prodded. “Say it.”
    “There’s something about John,” he lowered his voice, “that’s making me uncomfortable. He woke up all weird. I mean, we had this heart-to-heart last night and he was way drunk, so maybe he’s feeling ashamed to have opened up to me or something. But it feels like there’s something more.”  
    “I felt the same way when I woke him up,” Mary said, though with everything that was going on since then, she couldn’t remember what it was that made her feel that way.   She tried to think back to the moment she went into his room, but it was like a word on the tip of her tongue that she couldn’t quite recall.
    Dog Vader started to bark again, staring at them from across the bar.
    They stared at one another, neither saying a word. Mary wondered what the dog knew that they didn’t.  
    When Desmond spoke he ignored the subject of John, returning to Will. “If you didn’t trust Will, and you had to put your finger on why , what would you say?”
    “That’s the thing,” she said. “I don’t think there’s been a single dishonest word to leave his lips, but I get the feeling there’s a lot he’s not saying. ”
    “Like what?”
    “No idea, really, but I think it might