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She paused, frowning. “What do you mean?”
She watched him, crossing her arms. “So... so, you remember. You remember some things.”
She looked up. “How’d you know that was there?”
Alyssa squinted at her. “What?”
She exhaled before trying to gather up their equipment, her hands shaking.
“It was mostly what we used to make a quick getaway,” she responded. “You can’t touch it or anything.”
She jumped as he entered the planning room, looking startled before seeing it was him. She hastily tried to hide her face, turning away from him....
She laughed a little. “Projection. When Ferris and I worked here, it used to be helpful in deception, but now I’ve found that it is really...
She looked up at the whiteboard with their handwriting on it and her shoulders slumped as tears flew unexpectedly to her eyes. She hugged herself...
“Your necklace? What does that do?”
She looked around her room, brushing her hand over her bed before leaving and going into the planning room.
“His magic has always been evil,” she said bitterly. “When we were kids, and Ferris and him fought, he used to go in and remove a memory about our...
She dropped her head before going into her room, taking down the hammock.
“He’s not bad, Alyssa,” Ferris said eagerly. “He gave me a second chance.” “Ferris, I love you, but you’re gonna have to shut up for a bit.”
She exhaled shakily, dropping her weapon as she looked around at her home. “God.”
Ferris shepherded Alyssa our who was seething. “He did this kind of thing all the time when we lived her,” she said bitterly. “He’s evil.”
Ophelia followed, looking around nervously, a knife in her hand.
He sighed before turning to Alyssa. “Well! We need to get you a room, my rebellious girl.” Alyssa scowled at him. “I’m not yours.” He sighed...
(Zoop to when they go to the house?)
“I don’t want to keep you prisoner, my dear. I want you to make a choice.”
