"understanding": In 500 words (or 100 words if you prefer), tell what happens when there is an understanding.

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Dylan

I don't know where Will got the cash, but he had enough on him to pay for our first month's rent on the spot. I suspected he had some sort of magic wallet. I hoped that its use wouldn't ping our location for anyone.

While I was miffed about his quick acceptance of a one-bedroom, I had to admit the place was charming... and furnished, which was important. We'd have to go out and buy some things, but there was enough to get by for a little while.

He flirted with Jan the entire time she was there, and I couldn't help but notice that she was more than happy to say goodbye when it was time to go. She looked at me just before she did and encouraged me to come around the next day to the office, and we'd 'give things a go.' I thanked her, and she left, all but shutting the door in Will's face.

I scowled when he turned to me.

"What?" he asked with all innocence.

"You're sleeping on the sofa, understand?" I wasn't about to share a bed with him after the heartache he'd caused.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. It's a futon. It looks comfy, at least."

"I just wanted to be clear," I insisted, crossing my arms. "Now, where'd you get the cash to pay Jan?"

He looked sheepish. "I have a bespelled wallet that is always connected to my account. It's like my own private bank." He pulled it out and showed it to me. It looked like any other brown leather wallet a man might carry, timeless in design. "It will always have what I need in it, up to a point, of course. I can't overdraw myself."

"Does that mean we can go clothes and grocery shopping?" I asked. "We don't even have toothbrushes." I felt tears well up, making with world watery. The implications of being trapped in 1984 Scotland were starting to sink in. I missed my life. It'd been a good life, even if I knew it was likely to be temporary.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I stiffened, but he didn't let go. "Yes, we can go shopping. I will buy us whatever we need. Let's make a list."

We went through the place, taking inventory, and made a list of the essentials for what we needed. Kitchen items, bedding, bathroom, clothes, then food. It was going to be a hell of a shopping trip.

"I'll ring us a black cab," he explained, picking up the receiver of the landline phone. It was going to take some getting used to not having a cell phone. When he hung up, he announced that the drive would be around in about ten minutes to take us from shop to shop.

"I need something to eat," I proclaimed.

He rolled his eyes but smiled playfully. "Demanding much?"

I punched him in the arm. Hard. Bastard. He got us in this mess.

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Author's Discussion: Will is a character, but he seems interested in taking care of Dylan. Perhaps there's something there?

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