[ What is that? It's— she'd think it's the fever, or something, but— but it's like the opposite of a chill. Almost experimentally, Peregrine reaches out to try and grab at the air. It's stupid to give a response, a real answer, but... ]
I'm— ...Gershwin High School Academy, Uni... Name doesn't matter. I don't know. I can't figure it out.
[ He's not real. He's not here. She still doesn't want him to leave. So she keeps talking. ]
no subject
[ What is that? It's— she'd think it's the fever, or something, but— but it's like the opposite of a chill. Almost experimentally, Peregrine reaches out to try and grab at the air. It's stupid to give a response, a real answer, but... ]
I'm— ...Gershwin High School Academy, Uni... Name doesn't matter. I don't know. I can't figure it out.
[ He's not real. He's not here. She still doesn't want him to leave. So she keeps talking. ]
I was kidnapped. I can't find a way out.