[ The rejection of one child and utter desperation of the other sting like a knife still, and she feels locked in place as if held by a ghostly fist. Slowly, though, something gets through to her from outside -- a voice. She starts a little. ]
Hm?
[ Ah, there -- she's making out words. ]
The clock tower. Right.
[ But then the image morphs, and she sees Luz standing in front of a mangled portal, about to go in.
This has happened before. But when it did, Eda, King and Hooty were there to watch over her, holding her by a rope wound around her waist. This Luz has no such security measures as she steps foot into the door. A dark sense of foreboding grabs Eda, and she reaches out a hand. ]
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Hm?
[ Ah, there -- she's making out words. ]
The clock tower. Right.
[ But then the image morphs, and she sees Luz standing in front of a mangled portal, about to go in.
This has happened before. But when it did, Eda, King and Hooty were there to watch over her, holding her by a rope wound around her waist. This Luz has no such security measures as she steps foot into the door. A dark sense of foreboding grabs Eda, and she reaches out a hand. ]
Luz, no -- !