[OOC: Millitimed to after this]
Kim comes into her room and sits on the bed.
She knows she should feel something - the last words she said should have made her react but instead she just feels...numb. Well, no, she doesn't feel numb exactly, but the anger's no longer there.
And after talking to Chase she was furious because he had been crushed ( Read more... )

Kim's been writing out her memories, sorting them into "real" and "not real".
It's much easier now, even if certain images will never leave her head, she knows they never happened.
At least, she knows why they happened now. How things changed, why she was stuck there...and she knows that her dad's not dead and that Chase isn't a terrorist.
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Kim's in her room. She may have left for a moment to get something to eat but no one saw her in the bar and too much is still both familiar and not familiar at all.
But she's in her room now.

She wakes up and is alone. But that doesn't cause her any fear, she sometimes prefers being alone now. At least, if she's alone she doesn't have to think or try to figure out what's real. She can just lie in bed and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.
A small part of her knows that she should *not* feel that way, that curling up in ( Read more... )

Kim's looking in the mirror.
She misses having blonde hair. The red hair still isn't familiar. If she turns quickly she sometimes doesn't recognize herself.
The door to the room opens and she hears Chris's voice.
She knows it's time to be alone. Or at least to try to be alone.

Kim's sitting in her room. She can't reconcile her memories with the truth or if it's not truth she doesn't know what it is.
Ryan both dead and alive. Tony both alive and dead. Chase recovering or in jail and her dad either working in DC or a wanted terrorist that she saw murdered in front of her.
She shivers at that thought. The images might ( Read more... )

She's sitting downstairs, she knows it's downstairs because there's nowhere else it could be.
A little girl crawls over to her, she looks very familiar and Kim has a flash of memory, remembering holding the little girl in her arms and watching over her at night. She knows it happened but she can't remember how or when.
"Hey, what are you doing ( Read more... )

Kim's sitting by a lake. 'The lake outside the bar' she knows instinctively. A dark haired woman sits next to her and puts her arm around her shoulder.
"Mom," She wraps her arms around her, "You're back."
Teri brushes the hair off her face but doesn't say anything.
"My memories of the bar...of things that happened here, they're real?"
Teri ( Read more... )

The door to the room opens and two women walk inside.
One is gently supporting the other.

[OOC: Warnings for violence, drug use and general scariness]
Kim wakes up in darkness. She feels the ground moving underneath her and realizes that she's blindfolded.
'Oh God'.
She stifles a scream, 'don't panic,' she thinks. But that's a hard command for her mind to follow, especially when this brings up so many bad memories.
Her heart's ( Read more... )