[ 'Baalberith' doesn't respond, as her heart is too busy leaping into her throat. That stranger again, the one who knew her phone, who talks about her imposter like it's a joke. She wants to scream and dissect why they're wrong, wrong, wrong, but even that feels... distant. Like she's watching it from the wrong side of a windowpane.
What was it, that they wrote... tea downstairs? Again, they act like they know her, but the only person who came close was when her mother took her phone that one time- ah.
Pieces slot together. Evidence is sorted through, arranged neatly in her pinboard mind. There's no other conclusion.
It isn't long before Erica slips downstairs, barefoot and in her rather childish nightgown. ]
live action choo choo
What was it, that they wrote... tea downstairs? Again, they act like they know her, but the only person who came close was when her mother took her phone that one time- ah.
Pieces slot together. Evidence is sorted through, arranged neatly in her pinboard mind. There's no other conclusion.
It isn't long before Erica slips downstairs, barefoot and in her rather childish nightgown. ]
... Mother? Are you awake?