[ Okay is relative at the best of times for Parker, and this is far from the best of times. Every time she closes her eyes or lets her mind wander even a little she sees that blackness beyond the ravine, the nothingness that goes on and on forever.
Even once she finally hears Eliot, she just stares at him for a long few seconds, as if not sure who he is or what he's saying, before finally responding. ]
Eliot?
[ She says it too slowly, as if she's half-asleep, or hearing him from a long, long ways away. ]
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Even once she finally hears Eliot, she just stares at him for a long few seconds, as if not sure who he is or what he's saying, before finally responding. ]
Eliot?
[ She says it too slowly, as if she's half-asleep, or hearing him from a long, long ways away. ]