Nothing wrong. Nothing wrong. Nothing wrong except, no, that's not right, because everything is wrong. Everything. All of it. Annie stands there, holding East close, and stares at her husband with uncomprehending eyes.
She can't. Not any more. She's reached her limit and for the next few hours, Annie really isn't there at all.
She can never explain where she goes, when she shuts down like this. Just that she goes away, and then she comes back. This time, she comes back properly to herself curled up in the kitchen, braced in a corner with the counter walls a comforting presence either side of her. East has gone, but she dimly remembers the bird getting bored. Standing is too much for just now, so Annie breathes and lets her sense return to her slowly.
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She can't. Not any more. She's reached her limit and for the next few hours, Annie really isn't there at all.
She can never explain where she goes, when she shuts down like this. Just that she goes away, and then she comes back. This time, she comes back properly to herself curled up in the kitchen, braced in a corner with the counter walls a comforting presence either side of her. East has gone, but she dimly remembers the bird getting bored. Standing is too much for just now, so Annie breathes and lets her sense return to her slowly.
Then, softly, she calls out.
"Finnick?"