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A curious intimation that, maybe... you have found your place. This is what you are meant to be doing. What you should have been doing all along.

Show it to EMTERR's spineless junior negotiator. He can't ignore this!

A sudden urge leaps within you -- you want to see the sky again.

You are deep in it this time. So deep you can almost touch dream.

A shudder runs through you, as if brushing against a frayed wire.

Don't look at the clock. Don't look. Don't...

That did it. She's becoming hysterical.

A scenario she has been forced to create in order to ignore a heartbreaking truth.

A childhood boogeyman, suddenly and horribly real.

A scenario she has been forced to create in order to ignore a heartbreaking truth.

This is one pissed off monkey. You may not have the edge like last time...

'MALA FIDE'... Bad faith. A betrayer in your midst.

Prepare body and mind for hours of fun.

Are you 'special edition' enough to drink it? Gauntlet thuds against ground.

They were counting on you, and you abandoned them. While they thought of you, you thought only of yourself -- you selfish little child.

The past descends with talons.

Wasting valuable time. But there may be something in here...

You shook him up. He needs a little time to recover. Try again later.

Just what on earth has Tempo encircled you in here?

There's that 'They' again... The oft-invoked nemesis of 'You'.

Uh oh. Tempo didn't know they shelved you after 91. He thought you were still... respected. Revered even.

A scab she's already been picking at, destined to scar.

Say nothing and she will know nothing.

Hold the line. She gets nothing.

There goes that approach.

A firm slap might be the last thing he needs to come back.

All posts deserted.

A shiver flutters through you like a stray bat.

This from Hershel Wilk, her of six abandoned direct reports.

And always in town.

Above you, aero-tram cables tremble in the wind.

Relax. Let it pass over you.

You must not show fear. Any sign of it and they will swamp you with their diseased mass.

You're going to have to smoke it with the sun in your eyes. You're going to have to live.

Probable cause: high-stress.

A tingle in your fingers. Your head grows lighter as you approach the crash site.

But you will never bring yourself to sit in it.

Worth it. You have internalised your secrets. Contained them. They will do no damage in there.

Steeling you for whatever is about to come.

Cool it. Just drink your drink, observe him from a distance.

You're lined up to get zeroed out. Best get out of here fast.

It's better than admitting you don't know why you're here.

Your hand shakes. Your mind buzzes with worst-case scenarios. It could get so much worse than she thinks.

Every time she leaves home: dread.

What you did flipped her world upside-down. She needs more time.

A single thread, fraying.

A man stood on a cliff's edge, constantly expecting even the ground to fall from under him.

The man stands like jelly next to you.

Hope for non-invasive surgery.

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