Eighteen.

[forgetting_rose]

[Rose is sitting in a chair in her apartment, holding her kitting close to her chest. She is knitting another afghan rapidly as she stares at Mickey, her Mickey, who beckons to her, still dressed in his wedding suit.]

But..wait. How did you get here? You came for me!

[Mickey smiles and holds out his hand. Rose jumps out of the chair, following

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[sealedbowsavior]

... Oh no...

[h-have an Ilya running up and trying to heal you? ;A;]

[forgetting_rose]

[waking up and noticing that her ankle hurts]

No more following imaginary Mickeys down the stairs...

Ow..definitely should've paid more attention. Thank you.

[sealedbowsavior]

Mm, it's not your fault. The city's doing it to everybody, trying to get us to hurt ourselves, or worse.

Anything else that hurts?

[forgetting_rose]

That's not very nice of the city. Think they'd be nicer to their residents, right?

Nah, just my head and my ankle. Thanks so much. My name's Rose, by the way.

[needsmoresonic]

Oi! Don't go with that idiot! That's not real.

[forgetting_rose]

Yeah, I figured that one out when I fell down the stairs.. [rubs the back of her head]

..He's still an idiot, then? [grins] You haven't changed your mind about that?

[needsmoresonic]

[frowns] You all right? [then grins] Course not. I'm certain about it.

[forgetting_rose]

Yeah, I'm fine. My head just hurts a bit. [laughs] I thought you still felt like that. What's wrong with Mickey, then?