[It feels a lot warmer when he touches her hand. No, no -- it's still cold and windy and rainy. But she feels warmer. More... real. How strange.
She watches the storm-swept boardwalk, the broken down stores, the shattered glass windows of the shops across the street, and the shadow clouds weaving their way in and out and through everything, all while she thinks over his question. Dana knows what this place was. That's not what he's asked her, but it's all she can think to say.]
This used to be my home. I couldn't save it.
[Every word is heavy, thick with tears and sorrow as she tries to picture it, bright and beautiful, a place she'd come to with her friends-- oh, they've died too, surely, and so will this poor fool who walked over when she told him to run. She'd always feared this, and now it's true, it's real.]
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She watches the storm-swept boardwalk, the broken down stores, the shattered glass windows of the shops across the street, and the shadow clouds weaving their way in and out and through everything, all while she thinks over his question. Dana knows what this place was. That's not what he's asked her, but it's all she can think to say.]
This used to be my home. I couldn't save it.
[Every word is heavy, thick with tears and sorrow as she tries to picture it, bright and beautiful, a place she'd come to with her friends-- oh, they've died too, surely, and so will this poor fool who walked over when she told him to run. She'd always feared this, and now it's true, it's real.]