[ she has to think for a moment; her eyes flit to the window— it flares soft and bright like and early afternoon, then fades. night again. night that stretches on without end. ]
N... no, not everywhere. It comes and goes.
[ wanda looks back at her friend's face, tries to center herself in it. noticing her expression, finally, she haphazardly tugs at her sleeve. ]
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N... no, not everywhere. It comes and goes.
[ wanda looks back at her friend's face, tries to center herself in it. noticing her expression, finally, she haphazardly tugs at her sleeve. ]
Did you see memories?