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Whose?

Everyone... everyone in the towers... [She looks very distant right now, like she's not all there. Her red eyes are just staring off into the ocean blindly, seeing everything and nothing all at once.] It hurts... It's tearing my heart apart...

...Edie, you stay calm. I'm going to just... look at you, okay?

[She's talking like... well. A new telepath, really. Something he's used to. Gently he feels for her, searching for 'open' spaces in her mind that might be letting in other people's thoughts.]

[Right now there are a lot of holes, and a lot of noise, so much noise that her mind is almost a haze of white noise.]

All that life... It's gone. They're still here. All over. Hoping someone will save them. They're all over, can't you see them?

...holy fuck. Edie, who did this to you?

I could always feel them... But today they're so loud...

Can you hear me?

[She acts as though she didn't hear them.]

Can you help them? They need help... So many of them...

They're dead?

[This seems to floor her and for a second her eyes almost snap back to normal. Though it doesn't stay that way for long.]

They're dead?

I'm asking you, honey.

[He brushes her hair back form her face.]

Edie, what's my name?

They don't know their dead. They're stuck in the day. The relive it all the time... It hurts...

[She struggles within herself and it's clear she's searching. But she comes up flat when it comes to a name. Right now she's on a whole different plane it seems like and though one part of her is there another part seems worlds away.]

I-I-I don't know.

[Mentally he tugs at her consciousness gently.]

Matthew. I'm Matthew.

[It tugs back violently, which makes her head throb angrily. Causing her to throw her hands to her forehead and let out a sort of moan. She struggles with trying to remember who he was. A part of her feels like she should know but another part is focusing on what's going on around her.]

Matthew? Why... Why would I know you? Who are you?

I'm your friend.

[He frowns very slightly and begins slowly dampening any ambient psychic noise around them.]

[All of a sudden she goes very quiet her eyes fluttering shut, and then she seems to snap to looking rather worried. After all she's not in the place where she'd started the night that's for sure her first thought is to run as fast as she can and then she seems to take notice of Matthew blinking a few times as though some part of her isn't sure he's actually there.]

Matt?

Yes, it's me.

Edie, you're leaking.

What are you doing here? [The same could be said about you dear, but she doesn't say anything about that.]

L...Leaking?

I found you wandering around all... psychically checked out.

Nobody's ever taught you how to shield your brain, have they?

It's... I'm probably just drunk or something. I did have wine on an empty stomach.

What are you even talking about?

No. You're not drunk.

You were hearing people. Mentally.

[It sounds easier to admit that you're drunk than admit that you're crazy and hearing things. She frowns and shakes her head.] It's just too much wine. I'm fine now.

I... I don't think so. I can't do that sort of thing.

Edith, don't you lie to me.

Yeah, you clearly can.

It's not a lie. I had a bit too much wine, I apparently went mental, that's all there is.

I just. I feel a pull to the other world sometimes. I can't hear them. That's not possible.

Edith.

You heard them. I know, because I can tell.