Then she was outside the fiery car and looking down at the horrifying scene below. Xxnx “Frank! ‘That soldier’s going to be pissed that I burnt his…
‘MY CAR’S ON FIRE!! “Focus, child,” a soft, but strong voice said from somewhere very near. “Relax and wait for the lights to stop moving.”
“Yes,” she said vacuously. This, you commanded me to do, though you do not remember, now. Then she noticed that the army shirt she had borrowed was on fire. ‘I have a brother?’ she inquired, still feeling detached, but mildly curious. ‘Do not waste your thoughts on what was, and what cannot be. She reasoned that, if she demonstrated how strong and fit she was, maybe her father would show her some more of wherever it is she was, and perhaps let her off this damned, confining table.
