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Ramona let out a contented sort of sigh as she stepped out of the front door of her apartment and into the early morning Toronto air. Although she probably wouldn't admit it to Scott, in the two weeks since they'd beaten Gideon she'd felt almost...normal. Like a regular person who didn't have to worry about evil ex's or random fights or anything.
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It had been kind of tough to follow her for so long, but he really had been super curious. He had caught sight of her out the window that morning with what looked like a completely new haircut and dye job, and he was pretty sure she wouldn't have gone out for a midnight visit to a hairstylist. Were there even have 24-hour hairstylists? There weren't 24-hour hairstylists; that would be dumb, he had thought. His curiosity had only grown stronger, niggling at the inside of his brain with rapidly more obsessive force. And so, unable to ignore the feeling, he had rushed to pull on some pants (most likely his) and run out the door after her. Did Ramona have new instant hairstyle-changing powers or something now or something? Had Wallace's fancy psychic boyfriend (that he still hadn't seen) taught her in secret? Since when did Wallace go around introducing his super-secret boyfriends to other people and not him? That bitch!
Somehow, through the power of curiosity and sheer dog-gone determination, he had managed to tail his girlfriend. He lost her for a while at one point when subspace came into the route, but as luck would have it, a combination of asking people on the street and hopping on a bus in what looked like the right direction brought her back into his sights later on. All the while, he kept trying to get her attention, but with both headphones and rollerblades on, she was always too far away to hear him.
By the time he had finally caught up with her, there ended up being more to wonder about than just magical psychic hair. Even someone like Scott could see that something seemed a little different about the area. Maybe it was the buildings ending halfway through. That was kind of a big giveaway. It was as though someone had started designing a level and then got bored and gone for pizza before finishing.
Now he found himself looking down a cliff face into the faceless void of forever. He honestly could not say he saw that coming. "Since when did Toronto turn into Silent Hill?" Scott wondered aloud, doing his very best not to get vertigo.
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She reached up to tug her headphones off, an instinctive motion, when she saw him suddenly standing next to her. But before she could say anything he had moved over to the remarkably random cliff, and so she stayed quiet until he spoke, just watching him.
"It wasn't there yesterday," she said, somewhat unhelpfully. She still wasn't entirely sure what was going on. Had she stumbled into a dream instead of actually going to work? "You're not dreaming this up, are you?"
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He shook his head, turning back to Ramona. "No, uh, I'm pretty sure I'm not. No guarantees, but I feel pretty awake right now," he answered, glancing back over his shoulder at the edge of the cliff every now and then. "Are you dreaming? Did I sleepwalk into a subspace door? ...Down the street? Somehow?" he asked, his mind swirling in ever-growing confusion. "And what's with your hair?"
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She looked back at him and blinked. "What do you mean? I haven't changed my hair in weeks."
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Just as well that he didn't move, anyway, because what Ramona said next would have stopped him in his tracks. "Wait, what?" Blink blink. "But your hair's all short-ish again. And wavy. It was, like, down to your shoulders when we went to bed." Blink blink. Wait wait. "Right?"
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"You alright? I mean, I know your memory goes kind of shakey-cam sometimes but seriously, it's been ages since my hair was long."
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Scott shook his head again, more vehemently this time. "No, even if it does, I'm totally positive this time! Your hair was, like, this much longer-" Scott showed between his fingers "-just last night!"
A thought occurred to him then. "Wait, did you cut it for my birthday or something and want to keep it secret? You can tell me if you did. I promise I'll still act surprised at the party!"
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"Your birthday isn't for months, my hair hasn't been that long in months. Did you hit your head again or something?" She leaned in to peer at him in that 'check the eyes for crazy' way people did when they have no idea what they're looking for.
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"Nnnnnot that I know of? No! No I didn't," Scott assured her, putting up his hands innocently in front of him. "And what do you mean my birthday isn't for months? I just got this thing down, dude! It's September 27th today! We're going to Kim's for the party later."
He paused, then looked back over his shoulder, suddenly becoming a little bit more aware about something else in his surroundings. "A surprisingly warm September 27th, anyway." Felt more like July or August, now that he thought about it. When did it get warm again so suddenly?
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