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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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.
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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?"
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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?
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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.
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