[ it's a legitimate question, but dorothy can't bring herself to think about an answer right now because thinking would require pausing long enough to get her thoughts together. she's running on instinct and just plain running, her hand on this stranger's arm and his on hers. she's not sure who's dragging who, but they're moving.
that's the important bit. ]
Away from that.
[ she doesn't bother pointing back at the storm. there's no mistaking what she means, anyway. ]
no subject
that's the important bit. ]
Away from that.
[ she doesn't bother pointing back at the storm. there's no mistaking what she means, anyway. ]