And Cash had sort of figured, although he was hesitant to think on it too directly, that this had something to do with the dementor. Thinking of it in a distant sort of way and hearing it were two very different issues, though, and he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder, just for a second, as if the creature would be there behind him, lurking, pulling at everything the way it had in the hotel room. It wasn't — of course it wasn't, because if it was there Cash would have known already, he would have felt it the way he remembered in some of his nightmares since early April. He looked back at Ford.
"So it's probably fine," he said, "Right? Even if you can't check in on it — if it's not here — it's probably fine. I'd know if it wasn't." Well — probably he would know if it wasn't. He liked to think that he would have caught on, but he hadn't known what it was when he'd spent all day with it — so. The most Cash had was that he hadn't seen it, but he didn't want to point that out to Ford, who was — clearly freaking out in a way that felt familiar to Cash, although he didn't see it from the other side particularly often.
"So it's probably fine," he said, "Right? Even if you can't check in on it — if it's not here — it's probably fine. I'd know if it wasn't." Well — probably he would know if it wasn't. He liked to think that he would have caught on, but he hadn't known what it was when he'd spent all day with it — so. The most Cash had was that he hadn't seen it, but he didn't want to point that out to Ford, who was — clearly freaking out in a way that felt familiar to Cash, although he didn't see it from the other side particularly often.
MJ made this!