Martha Crisp
"So I'm basically crazy"
Rossin
'No your reality is just a bit realigned'
Martha Crisp
"That's what crazy is!"
And a moment later, and a bit quieter
Martha Crisp
"I'm not crazy."
Her hands felt sticky, they had been on her vest
Rossin
'Go ahead, push me out of the chair, and see for yourself'
She did: not with any grace, or particular speed
But with a deep well of rage hidden deep below a murky still pond
He fell backwards, knocking his head against the wall
Leaving an indent in the plaster
The chair fell with him as he groped at his head
She used the opportunity to walk out of the side dining area through the backyard door
It felt real to her
Her vest, she didn't wear a vest at work
She walked out the door with two possibilities in her head
[She had a nervous breakdown => Killed someone and imagined a surreal conversation,
She was drugged and kidnapped by a crazed charlatan,
The was real,
She was in the link now
]
She was acutely aware in a way she never was before about the structure of her own thoughts
As if she could feel a physical place where they fit in her brain
And just like that, as the bright moonlight hit her
Martha Crisp
"Fuck, it's night."
It was a bright light in the sky, but no - not the moon
It was a bubble, descending
She walked more determinedly
Forcing each foot to the ground as a stop-measure against her rising panic
She was in the backyard
A lush and wet lawn spanning what looked like an acre, surrounded by trees...
She went around the corner as Rossin stepped out of the door behind her
He walked lazily down the steps, letting the door bang behind him
Martha remembered this before, a jolting deja vu
Lana Alacira
"Reel her in!"
She felt a tugging on her vest
The rope behind her split into every fiber of her memory
A spiderweb, tugging at each edge, all encompassing her view
Pulling on each blade of grass, each part of her memory
The unique sensation of being ripped inside out
Martha found herself on the floor of the bubble
She took in a few breaths
Martha Crisp
"Okay, the exit is up that way."
#consequences
Alacira was pulling the rope that led to martha's vest.
Lana Alacira
"If we don't go through soon, she'll land right back in!"
Lana Alacira
"It's right below us, and catching up."
Martha looked down below
She saw herself, as herself, and from above
Though the above view was fading, as was her memory of Alacira, the moment she was out of view.
Martha went around the corner as Rossin stepped out of the door behind her
He walked lazily down the steps, letting the door bang behind him
Martha Crisp
"You're following me now?"
He shifted his tie, adjusted his hat now that it was on him
Rossin
'Well, I am in your head, you put two and two together.'
Leaving him behind she walked past the side of the... mansion... yes it was a mansion
Complete with a ridiculously long driveway and hedges blocking all surrounding views
She continued out to the street, Rossin making his way behind her
He paused once he caught up
Martha Crisp
"I just pushed you out of a chair!
You're real."