[She looks troubled, her brow furrowed, her lips a thin tight line. The memory of the other kitchen, of her mother but not her mother, of the panic and the grief, is suddenly fresh and real in her mind.
And then reaching out and touching her -- and seeing her again --
So strange, so... wrong. But how could she say what was impossible?
Esther's expression doesn't change, but she blinks and focuses on Ned again, trying to return to the present moment.]
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And then reaching out and touching her -- and seeing her again --
So strange, so... wrong. But how could she say what was impossible?
Esther's expression doesn't change, but she blinks and focuses on Ned again, trying to return to the present moment.]
If you're feeling sick, you should lie down.