Vanessa seemed to blink out of a trance as she met Ms. Colbert's gaze. The voices inside went quiet, and then she stepped. "Yes, of course." She looked away, troubled, and crouched down to pick up the card that had fallen, feeling very much the bat in this scenario. She held it out to its owner, meaning to go on and move away from that door as quickly as possible. The voices had started whispering again.
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Date: 2015-11-10 12:11 pm (UTC)