[ frank sits up, eyeing the pile of dust in his hand before letting it go with a pitchy little sigh. reset room, they meet again. what did he do this time? he's cycling through memories, trying to grasp what he remembers and how much, but he senses a presence. he thinks it'll just be one of the natives, or at least someone who gets in trouble with him on the regular. but when he turns his head, his eyes widen, horror shoving realization right out of the way. this place really does have it out for him. ]
Sarah? [ he's still dreaming, has to be. frank reaches out for her, gasping when his fingers meet one jumpsuit-covered arm. she feels solid, there's none of the weird dream shit that came before. just beautiful sarah lieberman in exactly the wrong place. ]
falling down stairs
Sarah? [ he's still dreaming, has to be. frank reaches out for her, gasping when his fingers meet one jumpsuit-covered arm. she feels solid, there's none of the weird dream shit that came before. just beautiful sarah lieberman in exactly the wrong place. ]