“Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you’re with him. Or those times in class when you - you can’t stop looking at the clock because you know that he’s standing right out there waiting for you. Don’t you remember what that’s like?”
I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn’t say his first name. Not sure why, pretty much rolls off the tongue, but the closest he could get was Mischief. His mother called him that until…I remember when Stiles first got his Jeep, it belonged to his mother and she wanted him to have it. The first time he took a spin behind the wheel he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart. Always. We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.
If, quite reasonably, you’ve decided against following Berena into the bowels of hell, can I recommend a sojourn in the Whoniverse? Jemma Redgrave’s turn as Kate Stewart is brilliant - we’re talking non-stop BMAM (attitude, humour, voice) with guns and aliens. JR plays her gay. It’s like your prayers have been answered.
She’s been in half a dozen episodes of Doctor Who, which are all on Netflix, and there is a whole series of audiobooks, which basically means you can spend hours listening to JR being all commanding and witty and
[sorry, caused myself to swoon a bit there; point is, it’s some good shit]
I’ve got the first three books if you want them and there are three more scheduled for May 2017, November 2017, and May 2018.