He hasn't seen her but he definately seems to have heard her.
It's too early to tell if there's recognition there or not and once again the fact that there might not be fails to alert itself to the Draculina, instead it stays a niggling subconcious thought she pushes aside, much as she pushes aside some of her fellow transports in order to get closer to the boy.
The boy, the teenager, the young man, not -- not the Walter she'd known in her time. At least she thought not.
If she was thinking much at all.
Seras breaks through the press of people to the accompaniment of disgruntled curses and almost skids to a halt in front of him.
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It's too early to tell if there's recognition there or not and once again the fact that there might not be fails to alert itself to the Draculina, instead it stays a niggling subconcious thought she pushes aside, much as she pushes aside some of her fellow transports in order to get closer to the boy.
The boy, the teenager, the young man, not -- not the Walter she'd known in her time. At least she thought not.
If she was thinking much at all.
Seras breaks through the press of people to the accompaniment of disgruntled curses and almost skids to a halt in front of him.
"Here, Walter!"