Geographically locked odd traits. Grey skin, floating people, and magical bones. Vivid, but none of it brings any memories to mind, and it certainly doesn't connect his thoughts to any of his aunts in particular. Russell hisses frustration, then gestures for a stop.
"No, don't toss the mobile! I'm... I'm coming over."
He steps forward like he expects there's a trick, like Walter took his phone to make him walk over - as though retrieving his scooter wouldn't have been enough. Once, twice, a couple more steps, and he's through.
It doesn't bowl him over quite so hard. Fewer alternate memories to recover, less relentlessly detailed memory. He goes from wondering what's going on and wanting his phone back, to wanting his phone back to see what it recorded, and doubletaking a glance back as he realizes he remembers.
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Geographically locked odd traits. Grey skin, floating people, and magical bones. Vivid, but none of it brings any memories to mind, and it certainly doesn't connect his thoughts to any of his aunts in particular. Russell hisses frustration, then gestures for a stop.
"No, don't toss the mobile! I'm... I'm coming over."
He steps forward like he expects there's a trick, like Walter took his phone to make him walk over - as though retrieving his scooter wouldn't have been enough. Once, twice, a couple more steps, and he's through.
It doesn't bowl him over quite so hard. Fewer alternate memories to recover, less relentlessly detailed memory. He goes from wondering what's going on and wanting his phone back, to wanting his phone back to see what it recorded, and doubletaking a glance back as he realizes he remembers.
"I... Oh my god."