[Okay, that's probably not helpful, but damnit Dillon could feel him - her -]
Calm down, okay, just - don't move.
[He doesn't ask where she is. He can feel that, too, like gravity, like fishing line tangled on his ribs. He runs, skids to a stop about three feet away, askew, staring. How is this real.]
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[Okay, that's probably not helpful, but damnit Dillon could feel him - her -]
Calm down, okay, just - don't move.
[He doesn't ask where she is. He can feel that, too, like gravity, like fishing line tangled on his ribs. He runs, skids to a stop about three feet away, askew, staring. How is this real.]