[color=lightskyblue]𝕎  𝕚  𝕝  𝕝  𝕠  𝕨[/color]

Finally, a [i]hook[/i]. Just after she’d given up.

“I saw…” Willow begins, leaning in a little closer to Dexter, as if to talk in secret - she’s not sure why she does it, it just happens. Everyone else is too preoccupied to notice, or even hear her over the sea of voices throughout the estate.

“I saw it go down into the sewer tunnel, inside one of the big concrete pipes. Not really [i]inside[/i] but, it [i]fused[/i] with it.”

She fidgets her hands around like a small child attempting to illustrate something through a mix of simple and complex gestures.

“It ran away. I don’t know where it went, I didn’t follow it, but… it’s definitely still out there somewhere, underneath the town.”

She’s getting [i]very[/i] into this so-far one-sided conversation. She readjusts her position on the couch to meet with Dexter’s eyes more directly. Hers are open wide, the black sclera like some small abyss filled with youthful courage and curiosity. She pays no mind at all to how physically close she is to him.

“I don’t know what it is, but I [i]really[/i] want to find out,” Willow calmly declares, “I’ve been thinking about searching the sewers for it. But… I don’t know what I would do if I even found it.”

She has lots of things. Ability, bravery, drive… but she doesn’t have a [i]plan[/i].

“What do you think?”