[ When she speaks it seems to jolt him back, his gaze flicking from her face, to the walkman in her hands. ]
I - [ he starts, then stops, looking frustrated. ] - it's this place. Those shadows... [ he feels like he's being followed ] ... I guess it's been making me jumpy.
[ A tight smile brushes off her concern, but his gaze drops to his wrist, the place where there's strange, fractal scar tissue - and a too perfect shape in the center, like something missing. He's felt better in the past weeks. He's had nightmares, but that's normal - there's been no fracturing of reality, no waking hallucinations, the side effects of his travel through time and space stabilized.
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I - [ he starts, then stops, looking frustrated. ] - it's this place. Those shadows... [ he feels like he's being followed ] ... I guess it's been making me jumpy.
[ A tight smile brushes off her concern, but his gaze drops to his wrist, the place where there's strange, fractal scar tissue - and a too perfect shape in the center, like something missing. He's felt better in the past weeks. He's had nightmares, but that's normal - there's been no fracturing of reality, no waking hallucinations, the side effects of his travel through time and space stabilized.
He rubs the inside of his wrist with him thumb. ]
What do you think happened here?