[ whelp here i go fucking up game mechanics on my first tag; sara figures it out a moment later and then has to take a moment before she can respond again. somehow, she doubts it's someone playing a sick joke on her; this whole thing is too bizarre for that. ]
The roof.
[ a moment later, she finds herself typing out: ] Is it really you? [ despite knowing that given his words, she'll see for herself soon enough. ]
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The roof.
[ a moment later, she finds herself typing out: ] Is it really you? [ despite knowing that given his words, she'll see for herself soon enough. ]