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[chasingmorning]

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Can other people see this? I feel like this is a dream. Not a memory. See, that's what a part of my world looked like. I didn't know what to think when I saw it. There was so much I didn't know then really. I didn't know what zydrate was. I didn't know about my father. I didn't know how to go anywhere

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[deathofdelilah]

Is zydrate some type of anaesthetic?

[chasingmorning]

Yeah. It comes from dead people.

[deathofdelilah]

How very curious.

[chasingmorning]

The people you're seeing aren't using it right. It's for surgery alone.

Graverobbers harvest it from people...and it's not legal.

[absinthe_eyed]

Do you miss Graverobber?

[Will not ask how Shilo managed to get into a back alley with what appear to be prostitutes and junkies.]

[chasingmorning]

Sometimes. Only at night though. He usually wasn't wake in the day time.

[He is free to ask. It wasn't her idea, Justin! Really!]

[absinthe_eyed]

He'll find you again when you go back home.

[Graverobber was a creeper, but if Shilo likes him...

Justin contemplates leaving his room to talk to Shilo in person--is it easier to ask about back alleys and the like in person?--but the soulgazing curse seems rather intrusive. Network is fine.]

...Where were you? In the memory?

[chasingmorning]

Do you think so?

[This is optimistic. She'd hope that they'd meet again. She owes him for being there for her in the City--however strangely.]

In an alley. I don't...know. He lead me away from this tent that I was put in by Mr. Largo.