Mickey hesitated, then reached out to touch his arm, redirect him in the right direction, towards the rail. "You don't know?" The note had said an old friend -- Mickey thought he knew. Knew about the voices, knew about the way things were all mashed up inside. Information flipped again and his eyes disfocused as he went quiet, reading it.
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