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Eyes followed the unlit cigarette  until it reached his lip and she wasn't sure whether it was from longing or disgust. When she began speaking once more, her eyes downcast - as if she could avoid the desire for a smoke herself. "Yes. Can't ever really expect anything else from me."

  The whirring seemed to get   louder and louder the more   he listened to it. The tools   being used in the building.    He didn’t know how to get rid    of it. It was starting to over-   whelm him, that is until he    heard a voice. Soft. Calm.   Curious, yet compassionate.

The sounds. He was hearing  sounds. Technically, the stranger couldn't be schizophrenic if he heard sounds. That was her first thought. The most logical idea present was that his nerve impulse were being mirrored. Maybe. It depended  on these sounds.

She belongs to me. It might not be obvious, but she is mine. Touch her again and die.

   The ringing in his ears,     high-pitched drill whirring,     all too familiar sounds that     the boy did not enjoy.

the girl watched as the person in front of her talked to himself,  unsure of what was going on.      "make w h a t stop?"