The dream wasn't real, but my body hasn't caught up with my brain. I'm shaking with adrenaline, my breath a short staccato. Ellen's presence should come as comfort, but I'm stupidly left to wonder why I can't hear her anymore.
I slump forward, not daring to give her my weight, and gasp, "We're back on the island?"
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Date: 2013-05-16 09:13 pm (UTC)I slump forward, not daring to give her my weight, and gasp, "We're back on the island?"