[ one detail at a time, he says. and perhaps it betrays a great deal about how tightly wound her memories have left her because she shoots a devastating glare up at steve -- she's still lost in the fight-or-flight mayhem of the desert. her anger is only a hair's breadth from her sorrow.
jarvis, she thinks. poor poor bloody jarvis. and ana. ana. in the heat of the moment, she tries to pull away. she needs to pace. ]
A week? [ a week. it feels like just barely a week passed back home, and yet it all fell apart. dottie, the party, the desert. everything comes back to the desert and she feels sun-sick. ] That's all I remember. Maybe a little bit longer. It was July. Back home, it was July.
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jarvis, she thinks. poor poor bloody jarvis. and ana. ana. in the heat of the moment, she tries to pull away. she needs to pace. ]
A week? [ a week. it feels like just barely a week passed back home, and yet it all fell apart. dottie, the party, the desert. everything comes back to the desert and she feels sun-sick. ] That's all I remember. Maybe a little bit longer. It was July. Back home, it was July.