The Unimaginable

Remi had gone to the guildhall, he'd been told. Looked awful sad, I guess cos of that Ronin fellow. Who's gonna look after the babe?Once Sam had gotten over his residual panic and fresh grief for the moment (they would return, of course) he immediately had run to the guildhall. Holding his hat down so it wouldn't blow off, he flew across the settlement to find Remi. This was bad. This was very, very bad. He needed to help Remi. There would be grief, there would be a child to look after, a guild's affairs to work out. There would be so much to do. Remi didn't remember him the same way, perhaps, but he knew Sam was to be trusted and could help (or at least he hoped). When he reached the door he wiped the tears from his eyes (though the shine on his cheeks would be tell enough) and collected himself for a moment. He had to be strong here, be someone dependable, useful. Remi would be falling apart. After one knock on the door he opened it, not really expecting Remi to answer. "Remi...? Are you in here...?" Samuel The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark;