Sorting things out. Or trying to.

[gonnafixthings]

John's back in the city for now, and wandering aimlessly-- which, in his case, means in the general direction of Anna's apartment, although he knows better than to actually try and visit her.

He's pretty sure he believes what Schreber's friends (okay, not his Schreber's friends, but whatever) are telling him. Pretty sure. It's incredibly fucked up

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[sthenyaer]

It was the most amazing and terrifying thing that had ever happened to her. She was everywhere, everything, and she saw how connected it was- she knew what was and why this happened. What would happen because of it.

Breathing is a crude feeling, and she has to remember how to do it. "O-ow." she says, as some brick falls on her. She looks... realer. More there. But utterly small.

[gonnafixthings]

John doesn't usually-- yes, this is a regular occurence-- notice any more when there're bits of brick falling down around his head.

But he does hear the voice coming from the ground behind him, where there was definitely not someone when he walked past that spot a second ago. He stops in his tracks and turns around warily, with no idea what to expect--

-- but all he sees is Melinda, crumpled in the street with a handful of brick dust scattered over her.

Not recognizing her at first, John crouches down next to her. "Uh, Miss? Are you okay?"

[sthenyaer]

Melinda blinks slowly at him. She recignizes him, but it takes a bit. She's lying on the ground. After a moment of thinking of what tendons to move, and how much air she should put out of the lungs to say it, she says weakly "N-no." she takes a forced breath in.

She was back to being meat and chemicals.

"H-head hurts." the worlds are pronounced correctly, if not even more well pronounced. She has to think. Which is also strange. How did humans manage? How did SHE manage?

[gonnafixthings]

This girl's starting to look familar, but John can't place her. Maybe she came from that place-- dammit, he can't remember the name-- that really weird place where he found Schreber . . .

Stopping that train of thought, now.

"Oh, jeez." He scrubs a hand through his hair. "What-- do you need a doctor?"

Damn hospital's all the way on the other side of the city.