[The realization that he was in the elevator came when the doors opened and bright light poured into the small cubical. A soft hum brought him out of the hypnotic trance of his own heartbeat. The hum, it beckoned him to step past those two doors and into the lobby. His gasp enough to make his knees wobble and he brought his small hands to his chest
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She cocked a brow at the little boy and gave a somewhat quirky smile.]
Not exactly Oz, is it, dumpling?
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O..h. No, it's not.. Oz..
[Nor was it anything he knew, except the smell, and the trees he could see outside. Those things, they weren't foreign, just everything else. He knew he wasn't home.]
I'm..
[His voice was low, and he turned to her, bowing his head and focusing on her feet before raising his eyes to her face again.]
I guess this is going to sound dumb, I'm... not dead am I?
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[She speaks with a clipped "British" accent, but her tone is far from cool; in deference to the child, Betsy keeps it light and somewhat calm.]
...although I couldn't sweat to that, me boyo, seeing as I just went downstairs for coffee and ended up here. Spooky, that.
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Bad visuals and he bows his head.]
Coffee, I bet you wouldn't have gone down stairs for it if you knew you'd end up here..
[He empathizes with the woman and lifts his face to show her a small, and hopefully convincing smile.]
I.. just kind of felt like asking that, like I had to. Sorry, um.. I'm Yamato Ishida.
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