She stops her wicked cackling inhumanly suddenly. (It’s the only way I can describe it. For visual reference and comparison, go watch any of the scenes set in the Black Lodge in Twin Peaks, and you’ll get the gist of it. (David Lynch must have been in this Inbetween himself at some point…))
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to see me, darling?”
Her voice is still silkily smooth, but there’s a tinge of insidiousness hiding underneath the verbal silk.
“Oh, I’m thrilled. I’m ecstatic! I’m over the fucking moon!”
“Now, now. Let’s not get snarky. We’ve not much time, my dear.”
“Says the fellow time traveller.”
“Hilarious. But keep focus: we have only this opportunity to get some things straight.”
She pauses a moment, then casually seats herself beside me, out of my vision. My head, I realise, cannot move.
“Such as: we’re destined for each other. Such as: we’ve known each other longer than either of us know. Such as…here, Inbetween…we can see the Future…”