Re: [Lakeside: Hannah/Rey]
Her fingers twitched, and she squeezed Rey's fingers. She listened. She breathed and breathed, and it was good to have someone there to hold onto. Being alone with her mind was something Hannah did often and well, but it was still a little intimidating sometimes, even with a whole entire lifetime of practice.
"Okay." And she thought. She thought about the memory she was sure belonged to Mars, of the hospital room and the dead bodies outside. She thought of Dad and Jamie, at least she thought it was Jamie, after Jamie's injury. She thought of Marta, of the baby and blood everywhere, and the memories weren't hers, and the memories didn't feel like her. Mars' felt like copper and anguish, and Jamie's was disappointment and hurt, and Marta's was fear, fear, fear, but none of them felt like Amy, not even a little bit.