TWENTY FOUR.

[memorysuicide]

&locked from Maria---

Maria. Maria's here.

She's.

She's really here.

I never thought I'd see her again. Unless I've just. Unless I've finally gotten so desperate that even here, I'm- ...

But other people were talking to her too, weren't they? They can see her too. Right?...Anyway, I probably shouldn't have gone out so soon. I think I hurt my

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[wontleave]

Betcha dropped it after you killed that girl, huh?

[memorysuicide]

Huh? What girl are you talking about?

[wontleave]

They said her name was Linda, and she was all beat up. They could barely recognize her. Is that how you killed Mary, too?

[memorysuicide]

Linda?

What? No! I didn't kill... anyone. Especially not Linda.

[staticnotsound]

Maria? That woman that just got here?

She looks a lot like Mary. They related?

Anyway -- James, just do me a favor and stay inside somewhere. Things are getting crazy.

[memorysuicide]

Sort of. Not really, but. It's a long story...

What's going on?

[staticnotsound]

I'll ask later, then.

A murderer is on the loose.

[memorysuicide]

Mm.

What? But who...?

[turtletea]

Hey, are you okay?
I mean...why wouldn't people be able to see her?

[memorysuicide]

...I don't know.

[nomakothx]

... A plank of wood?

[[You have no idea how much that made me laugh D;]]

[memorysuicide]

Yeah. I guess there were some nails stuck to the end, but it's still just a piece of wood.

(ooc: u_ub)

[nomakothx]

I... See...

Wait, no. Really? You're worried about a plank of wood?

[memorysuicide]

Not...really. It's just, I thought I put it here. But now it's gone.