Nov 17, 2019
Closed starter for @deandrowningdemons
Cara had spent days debating Dean’s idea of digging through her memories to see if they could find some sort of clue, a thread that they could pull on that would lead her to Analiese. And while she did that, she immersed herself in the bunker’s library, filling countless notebooks and loading her phone with pictures of various pages until it ran out of memory. But ultimately, it was a distraction. She had to make a choice. She had to move forward, to either run with his idea or move on to the next job. Finally, she knocked on the door to Dean’s room, the fingers of her free hand tapping at her side as she called out, “Dean? It’s me. Can we talk?”
