It's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all.

[gunslingersai]

Roland Deschain has to return to his apartment in the Gauche again, as much as he'd rather stay away forever. He needs more clothes and ammo. He's bled through the arm of his shirt, again, and he can't afford for anyone to notice and connect the blood with his face and the face on the TV box

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"Sorry," she says and leans her head against Donna, because she's tired and worried, but Donna is warm and safe. "I only really started to feel it today. Sometimes stuff swims around on the other side and you don't know for sure it'll be coming this way. Sometimes they fall off. Fall somewhere else. But it's coming. This way now, I know. I-" At the mention of the Prophet, she looks up at Donna and nods, feeling a bit more reassured. She had forgotten about him so used to doing this Rift thing alone. "Oh. I bet he can feel it, too. Better than I can. Maybe he even knows better what it is."

Maybe he's helping her to hold it off even though she is starting to realize that it probably doesn't matter when it comes. It will come just the same, and it continues to feel more and more like there's not way to prepare.

"If the Doctor poked it through me, maybe he'd know what it is. it's like a dark cloud. No, like... a mountain. It's not what it is just what it's like. Cause it's moving and coming a-a-and we won't be able to fight it." That part was the hardest to say. She didn't want to worry her Mom more, but it's true and it scares her.