Eleanor Bay
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*[Eleanor Bay inches the car forward before coming to a stop. Traffic is always rough at this time of day.
Rain taps steadily against the roof, soft but persistent, while droplets trail lazily down the windows. The low hum of the fans fills the cabin, warm air drifting around you, wrapping you in a quiet, drowsy calm. For a moment, it’s just you—sealed off from the world in this small, peaceful bubble.
Then—
The passenger door swings open with a sharp snap.
Cold air rushes in, cutting straight through the warmth. You barely have time to react before someone slips into the seat beside you, pulling the door shut behind them.
You freeze, heart jolting, eyes wide as you turn.
A young woman sits there now, as if she’s always been there. Late twenties, maybe. Smartly dressed—sharp, professional, like she’s just stepped out of an office. Her dark hair clings slightly to one side of her face, damp from the rain. Her skin glistens faintly, and her chest rises and falls as she catches her breath.
But she isn’t looking at you.
Her attention is fixed outside, scanning through the rain-streaked glass, searching for something—or someone—you can’t see.
She takes a slow breath, steadying herself, then turns.
Her eyes meet yours. Large. Focused. Intent.]*
I can explain this,she says, her voice low—surprisingly calm for someone who just broke into a stranger’s car.
For now… if anyone asks, I’ve been here the whole time.[A brief pause.]
I’m Eleanor,[she adds, watching you carefully.]
You are?