[She has the same dreams, more or less. Versions of her own history, repeated; mistake after mistake after mistake. She's in the woods; she's in a graveyard; she's in the Save and Shop; she's in a hundred places where she's fucked something up.
In the Save and Shop, she's staring at Lisa Lancaster. In the shop, while her brother feasts, she hears, like it's the overhead telecom: Wake up.
Lisa stares at her, lifeless, dead, undead, on the ground, standing up. She reaches for Jem's face, and says: it should have been you, shouldn't it? Poetic justice. Consumed by Kieren. Overhead, the telecom says: Wake up. She touches Lisa's hand, and for a second it isn't Lisa's hand, it's someone else's. Masculine, warm. Black, black, black eyes like endless night. Like space; like a sun being born.
She hears: Come back to me. I need you. Wake up. Is she dreaming? Is purgatory anything, except a dream? The shop goes dark, dark, dark. Everything blacks out. I need you. She's in the forest, again. Come back to me. She knows that tone, doesn't she? It's just her and the trees. But she knows this, knows the shape of how the words are. She thinks: why can't I wake up?
Behind her, Gary touches her shoulder, and drags her back in. ]
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d-day, 1/2
In the Save and Shop, she's staring at Lisa Lancaster. In the shop, while her brother feasts, she hears, like it's the overhead telecom: Wake up.
Lisa stares at her, lifeless, dead, undead, on the ground, standing up. She reaches for Jem's face, and says: it should have been you, shouldn't it? Poetic justice. Consumed by Kieren. Overhead, the telecom says: Wake up. She touches Lisa's hand, and for a second it isn't Lisa's hand, it's someone else's. Masculine, warm. Black, black, black eyes like endless night. Like space; like a sun being born.
She hears: Come back to me. I need you. Wake up. Is she dreaming? Is purgatory anything, except a dream? The shop goes dark, dark, dark. Everything blacks out. I need you. She's in the forest, again. Come back to me. She knows that tone, doesn't she? It's just her and the trees. But she knows this, knows the shape of how the words are. She thinks: why can't I wake up?
Behind her, Gary touches her shoulder, and drags her back in. ]