booker/elizabeth - open to others - afternoon
“That was the joke,” she said, plucking the cigarette and blowing out some of the smoke. She had set the book she had in her hand aside and leaned forward and took the new one, eyeing the cover and turning it over. “The books I read that talked about this were written for ego’s sake. Plenty of misinformation to be found there.”
She put the cigarette back in her mouth and carefully made her way down the ladder, hopping off the last step and moving to the table. After extinguishing the cigarette in an ashtray, she flipped open the book and started to scan the first page she saw, wrinkling her nose as she scanned over the words.
“The way they make this...this ‘dream walking’ sound, it almost seems a lot like the tears. Listen to this-- ‘In the most conceptual framework, it is any of many realities’.” She glanced up at Booker, raising her eyebrows slightly. “Maybe whatever’s possessing people is from a different reality, like us. Obviously not a very friendly one. If that’s the case, then the people they possessed might just be stuck in-between realities.”
It was a guess-- a pretty far off one, actually-- but it was at least something to go off of. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps her tears would come in handy, but it was dismissed when she reminded herself that they weren’t the most stable or reliable of methods they had at the moment. Then again, were there many other options anyway?
But she also knew it was a more scientific explanation, where this could very well have been a more supernatural situation. That was a subject she was particularly ill-versed in and she knew it. The thought made her uneasy, to be so unprepared for something. She looked down at the book, placing her hands on the edge of the table to keep herself steady while she focused her tired thoughts.
“Or it’s just as simple as demonic possession,” she said, a bit defeatedly.