She didn't even say "is that you?". She knew right away. He could tell her voice right away.
"What are you doing here?" he asked?
"I had to come back. I'm..." she paused, "I'm actually not staying here. Staying down at the Ritz actually. But I like to drive here every other day or so to..."
To relive past memories? Keith wondered. But she never finished. The waves took over. For some reason he imagined the waves coming from her mouth. Like they were now her words. They weren't English, but he understood. Had he not been held captive and forced to come here for this job, he'd probably come here out of his own accord to. Hell, he'd probably be looking for her had he done that.
But this job. It'd distracted him. He'd forgotten all about
Imogen Howe
. All he could think about was Baka's antics and Dave's calm, mysterious demeanor. Keith really didn't know what was going to happen. For all intents and purposes, he just assumed that he'd be dead soon. This would be his final chapter.
"I don't think I have long." he said. Out of the blue.
"You checking out today?"
"No. I mean. I don't think I have long to live."
"Are you sick? I was thinking you looked so. sooo thin."
He looked down at himself. The pants were barely staying up. He'd put on some weight eating fast food driving across the country. And the few weeks he had been crammed into the
Seaside Rest
, but he still was much lighter than when he had come here with Imogen using those fake British accents.
He was about to say that he wasn't sick. But the words didn't come out. She wouldn't even understand if he explained why he was actually here. "Yes. I am."
"I'm sorry." she came to him. Put a hand on his shoulder, but didn't hug him.