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[ridethesubspace]

Ramona let out a contented sort of sigh as she stepped out of the front door of her apartment and into the early morning Toronto air. Although she probably wouldn't admit it to Scott, in the two weeks since they'd beaten Gideon she'd felt almost...normal. Like a regular person who didn't have to worry about evil ex's or random fights or anything.

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"Huh," Scott chimed in, suddenly right beside Ramona.

It had been kind of tough to follow her for so long, but he really had been super curious. He had caught sight of her out the window that morning with what looked like a completely new haircut and dye job, and he was pretty sure she wouldn't have gone out for a midnight visit to a hairstylist. Were there even have 24-hour hairstylists? There weren't 24-hour hairstylists; that would be dumb, he had thought. His curiosity had only grown stronger, niggling at the inside of his brain with rapidly more obsessive force. And so, unable to ignore the feeling, he had rushed to pull on some pants (most likely his) and run out the door after her. Did Ramona have new instant hairstyle-changing powers or something now or something? Had Wallace's fancy psychic boyfriend (that he still hadn't seen) taught her in secret? Since when did Wallace go around introducing his super-secret boyfriends to other people and not him? That bitch

[ridethesubspace]

Ramona honestly hadn't realized Scott was following her. If she had, she probably would've stopped at let him catch up, as long as he promised not to slow down her work too much. But between the music in her ears and her attention to where she was going, she didn't know he was behind. Alas.

She reached up to tug her headphones off, an instinctive motion, when she saw him suddenly standing next to her. But before she could say anything he had moved over to the remarkably random cliff, and so she stayed quiet until he spoke, just watching him.

"It wasn't there yesterday," she said, somewhat unhelpfully. She still wasn't entirely sure what was going on. Had she stumbled into a dream instead of actually going to work? "You're not dreaming this up, are you?"

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"I don't... maybe?" Scott scratched his head, his eyes also bugging out some now as he cautiously backed away from the doom-ish looking cliff.

He shook his head, turning back to Ramona. "No, uh, I'm pretty sure I'm not. No guarantees, but I feel pretty awake right now," he answered, glancing back over his shoulder at the edge of the cliff every now and then. "Are you dreaming? Did I sleepwalk into a subspace door? ...Down the street? Somehow?" he asked, his mind swirling in ever-growing confusion. "And what's with your hair?"

[ridethesubspace]

"Nothing I dream is that weird, Scott." She smirked at him. Now that she had a few seconds to think about it, it was still freaking her out but she wasn't 'stunned' anymore. She pushed off the car and rolled back to the edge of the cliff, peering over the side again. "I wonder how deep it is."

She looked back at him and blinked. "What do you mean? I haven't changed my hair in weeks."