[There is the sound of a crash as Simon fumbles into the table which holds the phone. A familiar sounding groan...]
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[There's silence, beyond the rustling of Simon getting back to his feet, and pulling on his clothes.]
... Boota?
... What's--
[And there's fear sparked somewhere in his heart--but it can't fight past the deadness in his
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Simon!?
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have a dead stare.]
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Have a stare in return.]
S-Simon...?
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How do you know my name?
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Who are you. What did you do to me?!
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I-I'm Flora! And...and I haven't done anything!
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Then why am I here?! Why the hell am I with you?!
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I don't have a family.
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B-but...We were family...!
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... I don't even know you.
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How the hell am I supposed to know what I was before?! I don't even know where the hell I am! I've never been here before!
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