Three weeks had gone by and the shock of her grandfather's death had only just started to lift, making way for the pain that would sneak up when least expected. A phone call from an old friend had given Emily the chance to start again, even further away now than before. It seemed like such a strange name for a town- Deception Pass. There was a foreboding to it, a weighted feeling in the predawn air.
Mary: "Emily! I'm so glad you made it! How was the trip?"
Emily: "I've had better, but I've also had worse."
Mary: "Heh, kids these days, eh? C'mon, let's go get your luggage and get you home so you can get some rest. My big debut art show's tomorrow and I'd love to have you there for moral support."
Emily: "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten! How could I pass up a chance to wear something fancy and rub elbows with the who's who of the art world?"
Mary: "You know I haven't even met the guy who put everything together? He's supposed to be the richest person in Deception Pass- apparently he owns the gallery, the studio I work out of... hell just about every other building in town I'd guess!"
Emily: "Is this the same guy who owns the photo studio you mentioned?"
James: "Hello ladies! I'm really surprised you recognized me. You know, it's always nice to meet a fan, no matter.... hey!"
Mary: "I can't believe they have triple death chocolate ice cream bars at the train station!"
James: "Hold up... Triple death chocolate ice cream? You seriously don't know who I am?"
Mary: "No... Should I?"
James: "James Selwyn! This Velvet Oblivion...? C'mon!"
Mary: "You can keep repeating your name to me as much as you want, I'm not going to suddenly know who you are. Drop it, ok?"
Andy: "James, Tristan!"
Emily: "Well that was... different."
Mary: "Sorry about that, Em. Are you ready? My car's parked out front."