Forebearer of Divinity

When she was sure Demmy was out of earshot, Molly nodded. "So Demmy told you. I didn't tell her why I woke up screaming but... it was a nightmare I had. A very bad nightmare, and unlike any I've had before. We were in the cafe and... suddenly everything was smoking and on fire. This form in a cloud of darkness crushed Heather's head under its foot, and killed Demmy, before reaching for me."

She cradled her head in her hands, and stared down at the table. "It was so lifelike and vivid. Maybe it's just the stress of me being here wrecking havoc on my subconcious. It has to be."

"It was... It was horrible. I haven't told Demmy yet because I don't want her to be stressed out over me. She's already stressed enough as is."

She appreciated the warmth from Alex's hands. It was reinviting, really. A soothing effect which brought her turbulent heart some rest.

"That figure in the shroud, it wanted me for some reason. It called me the 'Child of Man', and it was referring to Demmy as 'The Demon Race'... I really must be out of it. Heather's rantings have finally caught up with me. I'm just breaking now, breaking from all the stress and I hate it."

"I... I guess you're right." Molly brought herself to look up at Alex. "I just need to keep a level head and get over all of this. Otherwise.... I'd rather not think about that."

With a few prolonged breaths, she focused her gaze on Alex. "I overheard you saying you wanted to talk to me about something. What is it, might I ask?"

Molly's face darkened slightly. She quietly nodded, after making sure Heather wasn't close enough to eavesdrop. " Yes. Heather's irrational hatred for Demmy is something that, if I wasn't there to see it myself, I wouldn't believe it either. Though, if Demmy said she's blameless, that's not entirely true."

She placed her head in her hands again. " When Demmy started working at the cafe, she was a little haughty toward everyone. Some arrogance here, a thinly veiled insult there, it quickly reached my notice, and I told her to stop belittling everyone she worked with. She was quick to do so, but it was already too late, as that kickstarted the great war between the two. Don't worry, Demmy never got violent or murderous against Heather, though she told me a few times she desperately wished to do so, but Heather's hatred kept growing no matter how many times I told her to knock it off. The Tasmanian Devil incident and the laxatives in every drinakble water bottle was the final straw and... well, here we are now."

Molly herself had forgotten that Alex's hand was on her arm until he had pulled away. She was surprised for a moment, but quickly giggled. "No, it's alright. And... I'm trying to keep them both under control. Demmy's easy to pacify, but the issue is, and probably will remain Heather for a while. She never lets a grudge die."

She tilted her head. "And... a robber? What kind of animal is a robber?"

Despite what Alex had said, Molly's mind still went to the only visual reference she had for a raptor like dinosaur: the movies she had seen when she was younger. All she could imagine was a large scaly hyperintelligent predator using its long clawed hands to open doors and sneak into rooms unknown. For but a moment, a cold shiver ran down her spine. To think that such a monster could easily be able to be anywhere, sneak in unknown, and be far more lethal and dangerous than the giants elsewhere.

"That sounds like it was a bad experience for everyone involved." She finally said. "And... I wouldn't put it past Heather to try and grab one for a prank. I hope she doesn't. I just, don't want to see anyone else get hurt."

Her eyes drifted up, and for a brief second, she thought she saw Heather glancing back over at her, the tiniest traces of a smile on her face. A blink later, she realized Heather was still cleaning up tables. Had she... just imagined that?

Molly nodded again. "Yeah. She's hoping there's something there that might give a clue as to how to get back home. Something or some hint that could give us a clue, and really I can't think of anywhere else to start. So long as the hope exists, I doubt she'll stop searching."

She leaned back in her chair. "And, I hope there is something there, something we can use as a cornerstone."

"Hopefully not eaten, but... their notebook might be a good place to start." Molly mused. "And sure, you can come with us. We can always use a helping hand with trying to find information. And... it's really something, seeing so much from so many worlds all in one place."

Molly smiled back. "You're welcome, Alex."

That smiling moment was brought to an end with down the stairs came Demmy. She was changed out of her earlier pajamas and into the Violet Bar's work attire, which Molly was surprised even fit on her. In fact, it seemed to be a perfect fit, not a centimeter too large or too small. "You were right Molly. They did have lavender shampoo!"

"Told you, Demmy." Molly rolled her eyes. "Also, I hope you remember we're heading to the library soon. Alex will be showing us around and coming with us as well."

Demmy took her seat back, and looked over at the man in question. "Surprised, I am not. And is Sam coming along with us?"