[The truth is, she loves nothing here. It's been forty-eight hours since she stumbled out of that doorway, and in that time, she's experienced nothing but misery and, just now, a false sort of sedative calm. What she loves has been left behind, and there's no point in speculating on it now.
The lab is the only tolerable place. It's the only location where she feels even remotely soothed.
She takes her coffee and strides over the floor, leading the way (blindly, frankly, she has no idea where he keeps his things).]
And if it doesn't work . . . I suppose we'll go from there.
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[The truth is, she loves nothing here. It's been forty-eight hours since she stumbled out of that doorway, and in that time, she's experienced nothing but misery and, just now, a false sort of sedative calm. What she loves has been left behind, and there's no point in speculating on it now.
The lab is the only tolerable place. It's the only location where she feels even remotely soothed.
She takes her coffee and strides over the floor, leading the way (blindly, frankly, she has no idea where he keeps his things).]
And if it doesn't work . . . I suppose we'll go from there.