That brings up yet another disturbing notion. If I do go home, if I make it to forty here and go home...there's nothing for me. If I vanish, there becomes no world to exist for me and I give her a waterlogged look, resting my head to hers. "Grant seems to think it could happen as soon as tomorrow here, way time works. That...that maybe it's just lurking for me."
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Date: 2009-04-25 01:09 pm (UTC)