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17 [Accidental Voice]

[Twelve Midnight.]

Is this a -- ?

[A dozen beeps -- whoever has the PCD is pressing an assortment of buttons.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me? Mercedes? -- has she not set up her voicemail, this is ridiculous --

[Another series of buttons.]

Kurt? Hello, it's Rachel, I need someone to come pick me up -- is there no service? --

[A much longer pause, before the girl dials another series of numbers.]

... Finn?

[As if she would rather utter any other name and, this time, her voice trembles slightly.]

I really need someone to come pick me up, I think I've been kidnapped --

[But when no one answers, three buttons are pressed.]

Hello? -- even without service, 911 should work, what is this -- I told Dad I should have switched to Verizon --

[And then, the PCD clicks off.]

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[Another long pause.]

... no, of course not, that's why I said I was kidnapped. I don't know where I am.

You're in Adstring. Probably somewhere out by the Wastes.

I'm aware, you've said that.

[A deep breath. Calm, Berry.]

-- how do I get to Lima?

-=avoids answering that.=-

Look, there's a button on the side of the PCD. Yellow. If you press it, I'll be able to find you. Name's Ed. You were here before.

[She doesn't say anything at first, but -- ]

[x,y]

I've pressed it.

Here's hoping you aren't a serial killer.

-=A bit of a laugh=-

Wasn't the first time around. I'll be there shortly. -=not saying he had hermitized himself because she left.=-

How am I supposed to know that? Some people lure young girls to the woods via the Internet, you know.

[But she won't move. She'll just be sitting there, with her roll-a-long backpack and her gold star trophy clutched in her hands.]

-=He's there in about fifteen minutes, hauling a pack on his shoulder. He's come from a direction that's no where near civilization.=-

Hey. I'm not one of those guys. I don't even know what the internet is.

-=He's happy to see her, but there's sadness in his eyes. She doesn't remember him.=-

Ed. -=offers his left hand and not his right.=-

[She pushes herself to her feet once Ed shows up, dusting off her dress. She looks something of a mess -- there's definitely dirt on her stockings, from where she's fallen in the dark, and her eyes are a little puffy and red, but she doesn't look quite so scared anymore now that someone else is with her.

The offering of the left hand causes her to pause, but she juggles her trophy to her other arm to make up for it, extending her left hand as well.]

Rachel.

I know. -=He still shakes her hand, eying the trophy.=-

Prepared to bludgeon things?

... why on Earth would I bludgeon anything? It's a trophy, not a hammer.

[She hugs it to her chest once they've finished shaking hands. It obviously means a lot to her.]

I wouldn't want to dent it.

-=There's that grump face of his. Back to square one.=-

Fine. Home's this way.

-=And instead of heading back from where he came, he continues trudging forward.=-

Don't let it weigh you down.

[She scrambles slightly to grab at her bag before following him at a jog to catch up.]

Why would home be this way? You came from the other direction.

Because I've been out camping for most of the week. -=Because of her, but he won't say that.=-

A lot of people have been worried about you. You were missed.

I'm still not entirely sure this isn't some bizarre dream.

[Rachel is keeping up a lot better than last time, at least -- no patent leather heels to slow this girl down.]

But if I wake up tomorrow still trapped in this fantasy, then I'm... very sorry, for worrying everyone. I wasn't aware I had so many friends.

And... please don't take this the wrong way, but I must return home.

No offense taken.

Why? So you can win more trophies? -=There's no malice in his tone. He's just asking.=-

[She sends him something of an odd look.]

I'm certain my friends are worried for me and my dads were supposed to pick me up at the school. If they show up and I'm not there, they'll call the police.

It won't happen. Time stops when you're here. They won't know you're gone. -=He ignores that odd look as he keeps talking.=-

And when you go back, you don't remember this place. You'll be put back right where they took you. So you'll still get that dinner with your dads and whatnot.

Then that's what happened to me? I went back home and I don't remember this place?

[She frowns to herself -- she doesn't like that idea at all.]

But... surely that's not possible, I would remember people I became friends with.

Yeah? -=There's something a little broken in his glance back to her.=-

What's up with my arm and leg, then? Remember that?

[Rachel starts a little at that, mouth slightly open to respond, because surely, she remembers.

But... nothing. Not a whisper, not a hint, just a nagging feeling that she should know.]

... I don't know.

[It's quiet.]

Yeah.

You probably won't remember until I tell you.

-=He keeps walking, not bothering to give her the information about his limbs as they start walking into what could be deemed as civilization. If one could say ruined rubble and buildings as civilization.=-

Will you tell me?

[She follows him, more or less blindly. He doesn't seem threatening.]

...They're prosthetics. Called automail.

-=As if talking about it bothers him, he rolls his right shoulder. It doesn't seem like it's a false limb. At least not to the untrained eye.=-

And they work that well?

[She seems impressed, even envious.]

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