[The words are cracked, brittle things as she looks up. Nothingness twists around her, and suddenly they're somewhere safe - safe, and warm, and calm.
They're in the foyer of the school, scattered with arm chairs and book shelves. On one small table lay a discarded game of battleship; on another, a chess board. Sunlight shines through the tall windows.
It's neat enough, but there's a clear sense of being lived in, of teenage scuffles and friendly mischief.]
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[The words are cracked, brittle things as she looks up. Nothingness twists around her, and suddenly they're somewhere safe - safe, and warm, and calm.
They're in the foyer of the school, scattered with arm chairs and book shelves. On one small table lay a discarded game of battleship; on another, a chess board. Sunlight shines through the tall windows.
It's neat enough, but there's a clear sense of being lived in, of teenage scuffles and friendly mischief.]
We're safe.
[It's a desperately hopeful whisper.]