Then she feels it in a moment of hesitation: that instinctive pause as the world seems to shift, whenever she's in danger, whenever something terrible is about to happen just one moment away.
Time seems to slow by a tiny, tiny fraction.
No! she screams in her head. I don't have it, I don't! The power is gone, she can't rewind, she won't, she won't, never again, she doesn't have it she doesn't she doesn't-
For a second it's all too much, and she forces every bit of it away with an overriding thought. I can't rewind. And suddenly all of the fear, and guilt, and sadness fade away.
She stumbles on her own feet, falling backward into the hallway. Tears still cover her face, but the whimpers and sobs are gone. "What- what are you doing?" she asks, bewildered as she pushes with her feet, scrambling further into the hallway.
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Then she feels it in a moment of hesitation: that instinctive pause as the world seems to shift, whenever she's in danger, whenever something terrible is about to happen just one moment away.
Time seems to slow by a tiny, tiny fraction.
No! she screams in her head. I don't have it, I don't! The power is gone, she can't rewind, she won't, she won't, never again, she doesn't have it she doesn't she doesn't-
For a second it's all too much, and she forces every bit of it away with an overriding thought. I can't rewind. And suddenly all of the fear, and guilt, and sadness fade away.
She stumbles on her own feet, falling backward into the hallway. Tears still cover her face, but the whimpers and sobs are gone. "What- what are you doing?" she asks, bewildered as she pushes with her feet, scrambling further into the hallway.