Re: [lin a/louis d]
[No reply for a moment, busy drinking. Yay whiskey!]
We went looking for the door with our siblings and the zombies in it. We didn't find it, but we did have a bit of a row, then came back to our door. She opened it without her key, and it dropped us in at a playground with a glowing [...] thing embedded in the ground. A cube. She touched it, and she disappeared. She was gone, just gone. No blood, no explosion, just gone. Then, ten seconds later, she was back, but she was older, different, and she ran from me. She ran. [On second thought, he underlines it. Some of his panic may be creeping out right about now.] It can't have been her, can it? She acted as if she didn't even know me. I couldn't catch her. What an idiot. And if that wasn't her, I don't know where she is. Even if it was her, I don't know where she is. Why do these things keep happening?