Cameron Phillips

His features are symmetrical. His look's tight. @UnsatisfiedUrge

-- I need you to follow me. {Kicking open the truck door, she hopped lithely to the ground and wrenched open the back, thrusting her hand towards @UnsatisfiedUrge.} Come with me if you want to live.

-- sounding in the distance registering, she reached for @UnsatisfiedUrge's arm and squeezed} Our ride home's inside. It's big. {How to explain the time shift tech to #Grady? Better to gloss over the details.} They're coming. I need you to follow. You're a soldier. --

-- Be careful. Hang in there, baby. {Dropping the handheld recorder to the floor, she nudged it under the seat with a thump of her heel, turning to face @UnsatisfiedUrge.} This used to be the Galleria... {Brow lifting, the ominous drone of H/K ship engines --

-- Coming for your family. I'm going to take him home. When you find this recording... When. Know that he's safe. And that I'll see you again. Younger you. More fragile you. But I'll know you. The mission. {Protect Grady. At. All. Costs.} I'll see it through. --

-- Protect your family. Keep you safe. Be less... freaky. {Glancing to the backseat, she eyed @UnsatisfiedUrge, calculating the odds of #Grady believing that all of this, seeing World's End, the charred landscape of the future was a dream.} They're coming, John. --

John. I'm not coming back. {Deceptively delicate looking fingers dancing a touch of the dilapidated truck's dusty dash, she lifted her head and scanned the horizon, scanning for incoming patrols.} You told me that the mission was what mattered. The end all and be all. --

-- protect you, Grady. Now or then. Do you miss the fight? @UnsatisfiedUrge

-- Reese are never conceived. Kyle Reese never meets Sarah Connor. John Connor is never born. Skynet wins the war. {blinking} I will --

-- You were taken from your timeline. It was a calculated move. Get you /here/, where Skynet can find you. Kill you so Kyle and Derek --

-- trailing up and down @UnsatisfiedUrge's bicep in a move borrowed from #Savannah, she smiled up at #Grady, attentive and curious.} --

-- remember a time before the war. That he was always fighting, even when he wasn't... {Leaning back against the door, knuckle --

-- #Grady's face, monitoring his pulse and respiration rate for spikes.} Your people. The fight. Do you miss it? John says he can't --

-- It's the sharpest cuts that bleed the most. Do you miss it? {Thumb brushing over the shell of @UnsatisfiedUrge's ear, she watched --

-- on his neck, she arched a brow; curious.} Shrapnel fragment. It didn't go deep. Blood loss would have been the most pressing threat. --

-- We'll get more grub when we get to camp. {Reaching for @UnsatisfiedUrge, warm fingers tracing a touch over a healed scar --

-- hands; offering the soldier a smile.} Eat. {nodding} You need two thousand calories per day to maintain your current weight. --

{Gently nudging @UnsatisfiedUrge awake, her long legs still across his lap, she pressed a protein bar and a bottle of water into his --

.@UnsatisfiedUrge? You seem comfortable near the tank. Safety in metal. {blinking} That's tight.

-- the day? A cat or dog heart? Or does it need to be made of chocolate to be festively appropriate? @UnsatisfiedUrge

-- to offer you. Shall I go to street level and find one? {curiously} Are different hearts of different significance for - @UnsatisfiedUrge