[He is focused, isn't he? He gives the room a quick glance. The Scouts' barracks - exactly where he expected to be. It doesn't occur to him that he shouldn't know who Aubrey is. The folds of time are indistinguishable in his mind.]
You're bleeding...
[He's looking down now, where white bandages have gone red.]
Lie down, okay?
[He takes her by the shoulders in kind, and gently guides her to lay flat - tries to, anyway. His hands are still trembling slightly as he does so.]
You're alive. [His own voice sounds strange and foreign to him. Why?]
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You're bleeding...
[He's looking down now, where white bandages have gone red.]
Lie down, okay?
[He takes her by the shoulders in kind, and gently guides her to lay flat - tries to, anyway. His hands are still trembling slightly as he does so.]
You're alive. [His own voice sounds strange and foreign to him. Why?]
That's...all that matters now...