In love it may be dangerous / to reckon on time to count
on it time’s here and then / it’s gone I’m not thinking
of death or disaster but of / the slippage the unpredictable
disappearance of days on which / we were depending for happiness.
James Laughlin, Elusive Time,
Note: Players are welcome to add anything I overlooked, edit anything I got wrong – especially Hank and Billy’s conversation on the street outside Brewer’s Pub, the details of which I simply cannot recall.
Jackson steadies Deputy Jimmy Masters as they head for the front door of the station, stopping only briefly so Masters can set the phones to ring over to the state police after they leave. “Take the cruiser on the left,” Masters tells Jackson shakily. “You can even use the lights all the way to the hospital if you want.” The deputy slumps into the passenger seat, half-dazed with pain and shock as Jackson peels out, the sirens blaring and lights flashing on the roof.
The rain is still steady as he speeds towards the Whitman County Hospital and Medical Center. Flooded roads and downed trees force Jackson to back-track some and take side roads; he’s so intent on getting the injured deputy to medical care, he barely registers the occasional police chatter he hears on the radio. There’s something about a reported death at some place on Cedar Street.
The parking lot of the hospital is crowded, and he follows an ambulance into the dedicated emergency room bay. When the hospital staff there see him help in the stumbling deputy, they rush to Jimmy’s assistance – and at first, don’t even notice who it brought him in. But Jackson can almost sense when someone does recognize him, and the sideways glances – even glares – make him uncomfortable. Once he is sure that Jimmy has been taken back and is being taken care of, Jackson turns and heads back out to the patrol car, which he pulls into one corner of the busy parking lot and tries to decide what to do.