☯ fourth watch; action
[Backdated to Saturday afternoon.
Andrew's back to normal. Well, as normal as he gets. The shift of his memories to that alternate universe had thrown him for a bit of a loop. He's at the fountain, leaning over the edge and staring into the ice - and, speaking of loops, there's a continuous loop of thoughts playing in a bubble over his head. A lot of them are too quick to follow, flipping from thoughts of dinner to dreary highschool memories - then, once again, to more current events. Then past ones. Then flying. Then a girl lying prone on the stairs, her brown hair matted with blood. Then... the start of something else, before it's quickly replaced by a flash of an action movie - a Bond movie, actually. Then a comic book - in the blurred background, there are at least a hundred teenage girls playing a game of strip poker. And then the dishes of those hundred teenage girls. Then Buffy - and then Buffy and Satsu - then Dawn fighting Mecha Dawn.
And finally, it settles on this.]
This sucks.
Andrew's back to normal. Well, as normal as he gets. The shift of his memories to that alternate universe had thrown him for a bit of a loop. He's at the fountain, leaning over the edge and staring into the ice - and, speaking of loops, there's a continuous loop of thoughts playing in a bubble over his head. A lot of them are too quick to follow, flipping from thoughts of dinner to dreary highschool memories - then, once again, to more current events. Then past ones. Then flying. Then a girl lying prone on the stairs, her brown hair matted with blood. Then... the start of something else, before it's quickly replaced by a flash of an action movie - a Bond movie, actually. Then a comic book - in the blurred background, there are at least a hundred teenage girls playing a game of strip poker. And then the dishes of those hundred teenage girls. Then Buffy - and then Buffy and Satsu - then Dawn fighting Mecha Dawn.
And finally, it settles on this.]
This sucks.