“I don’t know.” She said, running a hand through her hair. It sort of felt like when she had been projecting, but different. “I don’t think we’re anywhere.. I think we’re right we’re we were... but somehow we’re also here... but not really here.” Jen moved toward the girl, it looked like she was walking but felt like she was floating. “I’m Jin Ae... but most people just call me Jen.” She introduced herself. “I think I’m in the hospital... the last thing I remember is...”
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As if watching a movie they both shared a memory of her standing there before Quen, the light blinding her as she saw her friend, gear coursing through her and then the shot of a gun. And then her falling to the floor in the diner.
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Jen shivered at the memory as she found herself crying again. But when she reached up to her face there were no tears. “I lost...”