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"-What exactly are they looking at? Because the TV out there seemed pretty ominous to me."

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"Just an observation engine." Then she prattles on a bit about how she wanted to have it turn a dial to measure the output, but her husband insisted if they were going to shut down the factory for three days there should be a show. They've hooked the observation engine up to a lightbulb - metaphoric and all, dawn of a new era - and her husband even got one of those cover gels they use in the theater to color their lights. Insisting a plain white light would be much too boring.

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Bina - has a terrible thought, slowly growing and itching in the back of her mind.

She breaks into the monologue as the woman's putting away her supplies.

"The cover for the light. It's green, isn't it? Lime green. Like the fruit."

(Like the not-TV snakes).

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The woman stops, and turns to seriously look at the both of them. Slowly: "How did you know a thing like that? You don't work here, do you?"

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"No."

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(There's an echo of a noise, in the distance. Like someone shouting, far away.)

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Ant looks around, trying to track the source of the noise, trying to-

"Neither of us do," ey adds, just in case eir presence was in question.

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The noise doesn't repeat, not yet.

"Who are you?" the woman asks. "Why are you in my office? Are you on the run? Did someone hurt you two? Is that why you have no clothes?"

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"I'm pretty certain I'm dead," Ant says, casual and offhand.

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"...You certainly don't seem like a ghost," the woman says, dubious.

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"Yeah, that's where my theory kinda falls down..."

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"I don't know how I'm here either, we were in a loading area - it was empty except for us and two others - and the world was strange, and I walked in here and then the door shut and the lights turned on and I think this is timetravel, I really hate timetravel - "

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"...Did you say timetravel? Like in a novel?"

There's a wind picking up. It doesn't seem to be affecting the woman at all.

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"-Time travel is problematic. Does anyone like time travel?"

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"My friend Amy!" she says, before frowning when her hair whips into her face. Is there a window open?

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Ant doesn't have hair to be tossed in a breeze, but ey does look around for a window, frowning and shivering slightly from it.

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There's the window from earlier, but it's firmly shut.

Something's wrong, and Bina stands even as the woman questions them. A familiar sense of panic beats in her breast, she can't breathe, it's like she's being squeezed through a tube, she needs to get out - 

She starts for the door, stumbling, knocking over the chair. Her grandmother's scarf goes flying about her in its two pieces, caught by the wind.

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Ant follows after her, half reaching out, obviously concerned.

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The woman shouts something, but the wind snatches away her words.

The wind ignores her, even as it swirls around Ant and Bina, until their eyes are both watering and the room is lurching.

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Ant does try to catch Bina's hand now, eyes narrowing and then closing against the force of the wind, but unwilling to be parted from Bina.

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Bina's hand wraps around eirs, vice-like, as the world spins and ends around them.

And then a pop, and everything is still and quiet and thin like before. The lights are off again.

Bina's hair falls flat in front of her face.

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"Are you okay?" Ant asks Bina, voice low.

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"I - think so?"

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"Okay. That's good." Beat. "What just happened?"

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