Let's take a better look (Mumble)

[Andrina]

It was quiet inside the little chapel save for the occasional echo of a soft, female voice. It was a sort of coo, a gentle way of speaking as if she feared she might stir up the spirits in this place if she spoke too loud. She was unusually pale and fragile looking, but her exhausted eyes smiled as they gazed down at the spot beside her on the pew where a curious little boy sat. He couldn't have been more then six years of age, but her carried himself with a sort of confidence that left no question about his quick witted mind and adventurous spirit. He had eyes that mirrored the woman's in color, though they sparkled with a certain health that hers currently failed to capture. He unconsciously laid a hand on her arm as his head spun about, taking in his new surroundings. She could feel the warmth of his palm radiating through her skin like the infectious nature of love. Such a beautiful boy to have come into her life, such a beautiful boy that doesn't exists.

Do you remember my daddy? ask the boy with the blue eyes. The pale blonde seemed to be attempting to hide a painful grimace as she looked down at the little boy who she'd hate to hurt more than anything. She reached out after a moment a brushed his bangs to one side before letting out a strained sigh Why do you keep asking me that she answered in a weary tone, recalling the fact that he had said no word to her for as long as she could remember except to question her memory of his father. She didn't want to remember his father, she didn't want to think about his father, she didn't want to talk about his father, and she most certainly did not want her son to know anything about the terrible man from which he carried a terrible resemblance.

Well do you? he pressured innocently, though Andy's knuckles turned white as she locked a plethora of negative emotions inside. I don't want to talk about him Monty said she, an unfortunate edge creeping into her tone. The boy, Monty, seemed suddenly hurt and began to quickly fade from view like some sort of ghost. Andy gasp and jumped to her feet, extreme anxiety and pain riddling her entire being as she reached out to the disappearing figure. NO NO COME BACK! she screeched, the mood of the conversation suddenly taking a sharp turn into frenzied sorrow as her cracking voice seemed to invade the once peacefully quiet room. STOP she sobbed, tears rushing down her face as she pleaded with her son, still he vanished and she was left on her own once more. She sat back down and curled up into a ball, loudly crying into her knees as she cursed herself for driving him away. Him, the only thing that she could cling to in her dizzying, confusing world, and now he was gone again. And she was alone...again.

[Mumble]

There was a dizzying feeling that came along with having all of your worries done away with in one evening. Prom had been...it had been special. It had been the first time in...well, maybe forever, that he and Andy had been on the same page emotionally, physically, and...well, in the sense of mental health. And once all of that had fallen into place, it felt like all the other things he'd been worrying about might not have been such a big deal either. His parents - he could deal with them. They weren't going to disown him. They might not send him money - whatever, he could get a job. He was glad enough to have his own horrible dying-animal singing voice back, glad enough to feel like he was himself again, and glad enough to have the woman he loved beside him for it.

Except for the fact that he couldn't quite find her. He had walked her home after prom, kissed her goodnight, and they'd had a moment, he thought, just a moment of understanding that things would just get better from here. They were going to be alright, because they'd be together, and now that they finally had that worked out, the other things could probably be sorted. But...really, where was she? She hadn't been in her room, and he'd asked around until somebody finally told him she'd gone into the church. Well, that was odd. Although...knowing Andy...maybe she was doing one of those crazy girl things and imagining their wedding or something. Under other circumstances, that might have freaked the actual hell out of him, but considering what they'd gone through together...well, he might have been alright with that, or at least amused by it.

What he found, though, was not his...girlfriend? yeah, he'd go with that...skipping around pews and envisioning flower arrangements. What he found was her on the floor, sobbing as if her heart was broken - which was definitely unsettling and not at all something he'd been hoping to find. He didn't even remember crossing the distance between the door and her side, didn't remember anything until he was on his knees beside her, pulling her close against him.

"Andy!" he said. She was so tiny - and he wasn't a big guy, but she was little, and fragile, and why was she crying? "Andy, babe, what's wrong?" Dismay was layered over every single word, and he tried to angle himself down and her up so he could see her face. "Are you hurt?"

[Andrina]

Her world was spinning, this recent upset sending into a whole new realm of despair and fear. She felt herself losing grip on everything. All she wanted was for something to make sense. She brought her hands up to cling to either side of her head as she heaved with sobs. Her world was crumbling into nothing. With her eyes shut so tightly she could hardly hold onto the idea that she was in a church, or sitting on the floor, or in any sort of tangible state of being. There was nothing to ground her to reality, she was so lost and so scared so when Mumble approached and held her, her initial reaction was to flitch, positive that nothing good could come out of such a dark event. She moaned helplessly at his words and shook her head until her wreaked mind finally recognized the familiarity of his touch, his speech, his concern.

She dropped her hands and jerked her head to look at him, giving a start as their relationship came rushing back to her. The ups the downs...mostly downs, but the other night... that...that was nice. They had danced and kissed and all seemed okay. Andy clung to that feeling and was desperately glad to have retrieved it. How could she have forgotten? Mumble she whispered his name with a air of extreme relief. She placed a hand on either side of his face, drinking in the fact that he was here and she was no longer alone. She felt tears streak her face once more when he asked her is she was hurt. She felt her dangerous mind drifting again, instinctively trying to recall why she had been so devastated moments ago. When it hit her, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She froze and caught her breath, everything adding up to one torturous conclusion. She had a son. Mumble, on the other hand, did not.

She paled, that is, if she could be any paler than she already was, and leaned away from him. She dropped her hands from his face. She felt fear and dread crawling up her throat and threatening to choke her. I'm sorry she strained quickly I didn't know! I mean, I didn't mean to! We were going to get married! her face burned with shame, though she was guilty of nothing. She hadn't even known Mumble existed the night Monty was conceived and, even so, this mirage of a boy she was haunted by was not Monty. On occasion she could remember, but it was gone before she could lock it away as fact in her riddled mind. He was to be her pride and joy, just as her fiancé was to be her perfect match. When all turned south, it wasn't just her boyfriend she lost. You see....too much stress is not good for woman with child, not good at all.

Andy shuffled backwards, though she lacked the strength to stand, not to mention the fact that she kept forgetting how to work her legs. Trembling hands covered her mouth and she kept shaking her head back and forth. She felt herself losing it again as the terrifying face of a familiar boy materialized just behind Mumble. Nono I'm sorry! she sobbed, though she was looking beyond Mumble now and to her son. I could have saved you! I shh-shouldn't have ga-gotton so upset! she stammered through tears. She curled up again, hugging her knees and hiding her face. I could have saved you she murmured miserably, oblivious to the little sense she was certainly making to poor Mumble.

[Mumble]

Something was wrong. Damn it, something was horribly wrong and he had no idea what it was or how to fix it. How stupid of him. How utterly stupid and naive, to imagine that anything in his life could be simple or work out the way he wanted it to. At some point, he probably should have come to terms with the fact that no matter how hard he tried, there were things he couldn't control, and this...this was one of them. He could love her, he could even come to terms with the fact that he loved her, and she could even love him back, but apparently, that wasn't enough to keep her from...whatever this was.

"Saved who?" What was she talking about? None of it made any sense at all. Surely she wasn't talking about him? "Andy, I'm fine." But...maybe she wasn't talking about him at all, they were going to get married? What? Was she talking about...who was she even referring to here?

He didn't know how to fix it. That was the worst part, seeing the person you loved in pain and being unable to do anything at all about it. All he could do was pull her close to him and kiss the top of her head again and again and wish that he could will some of his own strength into her - although, to be honest, that was rapidly dwindling as well.

"Andy," he said, a little hoarsely. "I don't know what's wrong. You've got to tell me what it is if you want me to help you." It didn't sound convincing, mainly because she hadn't even asked him for his help, so who was to say she wanted it? Maybe she didn't want him around at all. "Whatever it is, you don't have to apologise to me. It's alright. I don't know what happened, but whatever you did, it's alright."

His mind had conjured up this odd explanation, assembled from the pieces that she'd given him and his own imagination. They were going to be married. What, had that jackass who'd broken her heart come back? Had she slept with him or something? Was that what this was about, was she messed up because she thought she'd cheated on him or something?

"Whatever you did, it's alright." he said again. Honestly, they'd been together, like, really together, for what, one night? Whatever she'd done before that...the things he'd put her through, and it wasn't as if he hadn't done anything questionable, what with all the things he'd gone through with Redd...

[Andrina]

She put up a rather lame struggle against his intent to pull her close, feeling most certainly undeserving of his affection, but she hardly had the strength nor will to push him away and, instead, let herself be folded up in his arms. She felt his kisses in waves of warmth, starting at the point on top of her messy blond head and rippling down through her trembling body. She could hardly comprehend the words that poured from his lips, but they were familiar and they gave her a sense of comfort nonetheless. Hadn't she declared him the place where she could hide when things went wrong? Here she was, curled up in his arms, slowly allowing a certain safety to wash over her. The steady movement of his chest, his heartbeat thumping against her side, numbed her brain for a happy moment or two. Her breathing, though still ragged seemed less severe. Whatever you did, it's alright he repeated, Andrina finally stable enough to understand. She closed her eyes for a moment, struggling to allow herself to believe his words, before a voice echoed through her brain with a blood chilling timbre.

Thats not my daddy said the boy with a concerning tone of warning. Andy squeezed her eyes tighter shut, unwilling to see the face of her lost son, but his words circled around her head over and over until she could stand it no more. The fragile blond clamped her hands on either side of her head and wheezed through clenched teeth he's not real... she squeaked in a feeble attempt to convince herself. She rocked slightly and was reminded of Mumble's presence as she felt the pressure of his body against hers. She instinctively opened her eyes to look at him, but instead caught sight of Montgomery Kelp hovering over her. She yelped and jumped into a standing position before recalling Mumble yet again. She crouched next to him, desperately clinging to his arm. Do you see him, Mumble? she said in a frenzied tone Tell he he's not real! but she didn't want that either, she had lost him once, some part of her didn't want to lose this figment of her troubled mind. She shook her head and began to cry again. Feeling so utterly tortured by her own brain she became frantic to end her suffering and so slammed her head back on the side of the pew that stood just behind her. Her vision fractured, but she'd only brought on more pain. Make it stop! she sobbed helplessly.

[Mumble]

He wasn't sure anymore what he was even capable of when it came to helping other people. He wasn't even sure whether he ought to try, given his obvious incapacity at helping himself. But this was Andy, and because it was her, he had to at least try, no matter how scared he was at the moment. And yeah, he was scared half out of his mind because something was wrong with her. This wasn't just a little freakout, this was something serious. She was scared of something, so scared that she was slamming her head into things, and Mumble had to pull her away from the pew because he was afraid she was going to give herself a concussion.

"Andy. Babe. No one is there, okay? It's just you and me." Who was it she was seeing that she was so scared of? For a moment, Mumble was afraid to turn around, so real was the horror in her eyes - he almost believed something would really be there when he craned his neck to look over his shoulder. But when he did, nothing was there, and he turned back to her, confused and scared and worried for her.

He wrapped his arms around her and he tried to lead her towards the door of the chapel - whatever she was seeing, a church was a pretty creepy place to be hallucinating.

"Please, Andy. Just tell me what it is you're seeing. Who's bothering you? I don't want you to...I mean, I'm here, but I can't do anything until you tell me what the problem is. I promise I won't leave, though. Please, just explain to me what happened. Who were you going to marry?" He hesitated to offer a suggested answer to that question, because...well, it was a fairly recent development that he was even willing to admit that he was in love with her, marriage was a distant possibility - very distant. "Me?" he asked, pushing aside his own misgivings. "Is somebody threatening you?"