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i do not know were i am but i am not scarred. this playce is cold and i walked intoo a wall but i am ok. i do not no if any 1 can see this i hop you can. i did not chek the door i will now.
[Lily checks the door. Oh, shit, there's stuff out there! She quickly closes it.]
ok the door is unlocked but there is
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Lily?
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Luckily the audio feature is super easy to figure out.]
Uh, yeah, Hi? That's my name.
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Oh god damn it.]
...Hallo. you are in Holloways Keep. You are safe here.
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I am Mimmi. We have met before, and I understand you do not remember that. It is all right.
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Uh, yeah, no, we haven't.
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Things are very ridiculous here.
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[Lily simply cannot wrap her head around this. There aren't - weren't? - many people in her life. Shitty memory or not, Lily can't forget any of the voices she grew up with.]
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[But here subject change time!]
Do you know what floor you are on? There is a small kitchen on the second floor, and a larger one outside the barracks in the Keep. Dinner is served at seven.
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Yeah... nnno. Um, my room number... [A door is opened and closed in the background.] My door says 4022?
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God, this place is weird. Everything is so old.]
Yeah, I see them. Should I go downstairs...?
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Unless you want to, of course.
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Now where?
[Ugh - it's habit, asking for direction. Lily has to stop doing that.]
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Walking.
Until she's outside.
Lily looks up at the sky. She looks down at the ground. Lily slowly, very slowly, sits down on the grass, in a state of shock.
Her voice trembles.]
Am I... Hey, am I outside? Right now? With all this...?
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Lily lays down on her back and stares unblinkingly at the sky. It feels like if she blinks, everything will disappear. Surprise, this is a dream. An amazing dream. But no, that doesn't happen. This is real. Lily can feel the grass. She can see the clouds. She rolls over and smells the ground. That earthy scent - it's just so real, you know?
And the flowers - real flowers. Real flowers, right there. Real, real flowers.
Also, she's crying. Sobbing, even.
Can you imagine how crazy she'd seem if someone was watching this pathetic display of emotion? Wow.
Just give her a moment. When she responds, her voice wavers. She sniffles.]
Sorry. Sorry, I'm back now.
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