[The communicator is lying on its side in what is obviously a little girl's room (and more obviously, Alessa's room to those who have been there). Someone who is very much not a little girl is rummaging through the things in there, pulling out papers and teacup hats and Eyepot eyes from the various nooks and crannies of the room, mumbling to
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[Heather turns on Jonathon, scowling.]
This isn't Alessa's room. [She looks down and brushes herself off.] And I just need to know where I am and how I get out.
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Not sure if it matters, but I'm Jonathon.
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Where're you from?
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Silent H--I mean Portland.
[Fuck. She needs to sort out which memories are hers and which are... HERS.]
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You like it there?
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[Before the experiment kicks in for him anyway.]
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