[She can imagine him, in the room alone, watching the entire thing, and it makes her angry all over again. Angry that it happened at all, but more than that, angry that she wasn't there.]
It's this damn station.
[He's right. There's no way he should be alive, and she has no explanation for it. Her grip on his hands tightens, trying to quell the trembling.]
Like the walls sucking people in. Nothing about it is normal.
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It's this damn station.
[He's right. There's no way he should be alive, and she has no explanation for it. Her grip on his hands tightens, trying to quell the trembling.]
Like the walls sucking people in. Nothing about it is normal.