[She doesn't even realize who it is at first. It's not until she really hears his voice that it dawns on her who he is. And at first, all she can do is stare up at him in confusion. Because up until this point, Chrissy's been working with the assumption that this is some kind of version of the afterlife. It's not what she thought it would be, but it's something.
And she thinks she's grateful for that. Or was, up until she was almost grabbed and pulled through a television set. But seeing Eddie here now makes her question everything all over again.]
Eddie? [Her voice is almost a squeak at first.] Eddie, oh my gosh.
[To see a familiar face is such a relief, even as something gnaws at her and tells her he doesn't deserve to be here.]
I guess this isn't any different from when you found me back home. [She had been freaking out that day in the forest, too. Chrissy still feels bad about that. She feels even worse that this feels identical to that day. It makes her heart sink, because she can't seem to stop from pulling her into her trauma. He's a nice guy. He doesn't deserve that.]
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And she thinks she's grateful for that. Or was, up until she was almost grabbed and pulled through a television set. But seeing Eddie here now makes her question everything all over again.]
Eddie? [Her voice is almost a squeak at first.] Eddie, oh my gosh.
[To see a familiar face is such a relief, even as something gnaws at her and tells her he doesn't deserve to be here.]
I guess this isn't any different from when you found me back home. [She had been freaking out that day in the forest, too. Chrissy still feels bad about that. She feels even worse that this feels identical to that day. It makes her heart sink, because she can't seem to stop from pulling her into her trauma. He's a nice guy. He doesn't deserve that.]
Sorry.