"On the run? What the hell do you--" she breaks off as realization dawns, then groans and flops back on the bed.
"I think we found our event."
She doesn't know what shape it is exactly, still, but clearly it's altering one of their memories, if not both. Fun. She loves when she can't trust her own mind.
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"I think we found our event."
She doesn't know what shape it is exactly, still, but clearly it's altering one of their memories, if not both. Fun. She loves when she can't trust her own mind.