SEPTEMBER 17, 1995.  EMILY SAYS SHE SAW A FLYING SAUCER. A YEAR AGO I WOULDâVE LAUGHED. TONIGHT WEâRE LOCKING OUR DOORS.  indie original character inspired by the events at skinwalker ranch.
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SEPTEMBER 17, 1995.  EMILY SAYS SHE SAW A FLYING SAUCER. A YEAR AGO I WOULDâVE LAUGHED. TONIGHT WEâRE LOCKING OUR DOORS.  indie original character inspired by the events at skinwalker ranch.

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âhoney, just breathe.â
stranger things.
he lets out a shaky breath that he knows sounds terrible over the line. all harsh wind and static through the hollow of the phone. the deep inhale that follows is just as bad.
heâs outside a bar. thereâs a general store nearby and a gas station across from it. a dozen other scattered buildings line the streetsâsome abandoned, some not, all of them closed. downtown, he thinks. heâs downtown and itâs late and he canât get his pulse under control long enough to remember why he came here in the first place. the streetlight flickers above him and he flinches. his grasp tightens around the phone, fingernails biting into his palm as he exhales.
    âiâm sorry â iâm so sorry.â he saw something, heard something, felt something that reminded him too much of empty fields and yawning skies. instinct demanded he reach out for something decidedly free of those barbed ties, someone decidedly free of them, and heâs only now realized the thoughtlessness of it all. calling her now, at this hour of night, when fog begins to gather on the horizon. greeting her with an urgency that surpasses the border of too much. the thrum of tires hitting gravel travels across the vacant street. he rests his head against the payphone and closes his eyes.
    âi shouldnâtâve called. i shouldâveâ iâ you were probably asleep. christ, itâs so late. iâm sorry, shellyââ and again, he breathes, just as she told him to, but his words donât come out any less rushed. âi didnât know who else to call.â
âi have been waiting here over an hour.â
stranger things.
thereâs a frown as he fumbles with his apron. for the first time in however many months heâs worked here, lorettaâs diner is packed to the brim, desperate townsfolk and stray tourists alike searching for somewhere to celebrate the new year. with the diner being the only place in five square miles that sells food, that searching doesnât take very long. every booth, every table, and most of those little red stools are filled with somebodyâwhich, in timothyâs opinion, is terrifying for a restaurant thatâs lucky to get ten people on a good day. inching towards maximum occupancy wouldnât be that big of a deal if the diner werenât severely understaffed. the makeshift wait staff, assembled after the actual wait staff (one single waitress) called out sick, consists of the ownerâs unfortunate niece and a very disgruntled timothy.
the latter of which has barely managed to tie his apron.
   âshit â iâm sorry âbout that, man.â he has all the grace of somebody plucked from one job to another as he grapples for the notepad and pen thrown at him just ten minutes prior. thereâs still tiny specks of pink skin healing from where the oil caught him while deep frying. he ignores the itch as his frown deepens. âdid youâ did you order already?â and sure, maybe he should consult the one other waitress on duty or look at the tickets pinned in the kitchen, but heâs already here, notepad in hand and all. if his demeanor happens to make the diner look incompetent, thatâs fine by him. the diner is incompetent.
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    BLUE EYES NEVER WAVER FROM HIS BACK.  sheâs been told plenty of times to mind her manners,  đśđ¸đđťđ  đłđžđ˝'đ  đđđ°đđ´  đ°đ˝đł  đśđ¸đđťđ  đłđžđ˝'đ  đźđžđđđˇÂ - đžđľđľ.  her mouth sets,  weight shifting out so she can see past his shoulder,  much too short to do so,  but  still makes the effort.  as hopeless as he is,  susie is in no  shape to help,  functions of the bike seemingly simple when it comes to the basics :  you get on and you pedal,  thatâs it.Â
     she lingers by his side,  just out of the corner of her eye,  rocking back and forth on her heels,  expression one of curiosity and impatience.   â  itâs not your fault or anything.   â   delicate shoulders lift and fall in a half -  committal shrug,  pause taken.  â  no,  i donât really have anything to do, but âŚÂ  are you sure you know what youâre doing,  mister?  â
he spares a glance at her before continuing to sift through the toolbox. just a quick flick of his eyes with a weaker attempt at a smile than the first, this one tight at the edges where the other was not. because no, heâs not sure what heâs doing. heâs as likely to break the bicycle as he is to fix it, but she reminds him of emily, all kids do, and the thought of not being able to repair the bike makes him feel guilty and useless and terribleâand the thought of her knowing he has no clue what heâs doing only makes him feel worse.
another âcourse! almost slips past his lips, but he manages to catch himself. there are only so many times he can get away with using the same half-assed reassurance before it becomes too obvious.
    âyeah,â thereâs a lilt to it, at the very end. the word hangs in the silence like an incomplete thought as he rifles through the toolbox. a quiet hum follows, a soft buzz of hmmmm, like heâs gearing up to resume what he was saying, but nothing else comes. then that, too, ends like an unfinished sentence. all the while, he keeps his head down and picks out a few sockets, one at a time, lining them up with the axle. it takes five tries before he finds what looks to be the right one. a few seconds more and he has the thing twisted onto the wrench.
   âsee?â he holds the tool up with a far less strained grin, âi know what iâm doing, donât worry.â in the next second heâs securing the socket around the axle and turning it. the bolt begins to loosen and the relief that washes over him is immediate. now when he looks at her, he actually turns to face her instead of shooting a dismissive glance to his peripheral. âdo you know how it even ended up like this?â thereâs no accusation to his words, only curiosity as he nods to the bike chain.
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đđđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ. Â Â christ on a bike. Â Â christ on a cracker. Â Â damn. Â Â goddamn. Â Â godsdamn. Â Â (bloody) hell(s). Â Â holy shit. Â Â jesus. Â Â jesus christ. Â Â jesus h christ. Â Â jesus h. Â Â roosevelt christ. Â Â lord sithis have mercy. Â Â jesus, mary and joseph. Â Â sweet jesus. Â Â seven hells.
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almost always   /   frequently  /  sometimes   /  rarely /   never
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almost always  /  frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /   never
đđžđđťđł đđžđđ đ˛đˇđ°đđ°đ˛đđ´đ đ¸đ˝đ¸đđ¸đ°đđ´ đ˛đžđ˝đ đ´đđđ°đđ¸đžđ˝đ ? Â
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đđžđđťđł đđžđđ đ˛đˇđ°đđ°đ˛đđ´đ đđđ´ âđđˇđžđźâ đ¸đ˝ đ° đđ´đ˝đđ´đ˝đ˛đ´ ?
yes   /   no   /   only ironically
đđžđđ đ˛đˇđ°đđ°đ˛đđ´đ đđ°đ˝đđ đđž đźđ°đşđ´ đ° đ˛đžđđ˝đđ´đđżđžđ¸đ˝đ. đđˇđ°đ đđžđđł đłđž đđˇđ´đ đđđ´ ?
but   /   though   /  although  /  however  /   perhaps  /   mayhaps
đˇđžđ đłđžđ´đ đđžđđ đ˛đˇđ°đđ°đ˛đđ´đ đ´đ˝đł đ˛đžđ˝đ đ´đđđ°đđ¸đžđ˝đ ?
walk away   /  ask if thatâs everything   /   say that thatâs everything   /  give a proper goodbye /  tell their company theyâre done here   /  remain quiet  /   they donât
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titles   /  first names  /  surnames   /   full names   /   nicknames
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accent   /   vocabulary   /   tone   /   level   /   politeness  /   brusqueness   /  it doesnât
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goxinsaneâ:
âYouâre welcome.â
Leona appreciates the company. Itâs unexpected, but sheâs learned to expect that, especially in the field she has. Nobody can predict the sort of situations they could find themselves in or what they have to deal with. But she makes due with whatever life tosses at her, but at least there are option for choices. She doesnât have to save someoneâs life, but she chose to because thatâs what being a nurse is. She didnât have to adopt her boys, yet she did because she felt like giving them the life she never had. And she didnât have to let Timothy in, but she did because she enjoyed his company. Seeing him as of recent had been overdue, but Leona is more than happy heâs here. And, if she couldâve been a better host to his unexpected visit, she wouldâve grabbed him a coke, but she heard the four year old whining because she left.
The container on her counter doesnât go unnoticed, as itâs in her peripheral view. Her home is pretty neat and tidy, so to see something new, catches her eye. And a genuine smile crosses her lips. He didnât have to bring anything, but theyâre old schoolâ bringing a gift over as itâs practically customary back in the day. Even so, if she were to show up to his home, she would do the same. Maybe with one her own attempts at a pie (sheâs been trying to make them on her off time, but itâs rare to be focused on something other than her boys), but nonetheless something to give.
Plopping herself back down on the carpet floor where she had previously been, she affectionately runs her fingers through Jonathanâs hair, continuing to smile back as he lights up at her return. Theyâve been playing with toys, trying to keep quiet and preoccupied while the almost-one year old is asleep. âI appreciate you coming over. Itâs really nice to see you,â Leona replies, looking up from Jonathan and towards the other. âIâve been alright. The boys are okay. Will is sick. They let me bring him home for now, but he might have to go back to the hospital.â Itâs a mystery, as she canât get a hold of their actual motherâs medical history (yet, as her fingers are crossed), but she hopes for the best. âAnd this one, is a little cheeky bum. Likes to wake me up every morning, super early as if he knows I have to get ready for work, but earlier than my alarm.â Leona laughs quietly. âHow have you been?âÂ
timothy offers a smile in response to the news that itâs nice to see him. really niceâthatâs not something he hears often. he doesnât know whether to return the verbal sentiment, admit aloud itâs nice to see her too or settle for smiling, and by the time he makes up his mind, the moment has already passed. the smile relaxes into his usual almost-frown, and the words he should have said die on his tongue. something like guilt bubbles up from his chest and into his throat and he swallows that too. suppresses all of it and hopes his appreciation is evident enough in the flash of upturned corners. because he does appreciate these moments between them, just as she does, even if he doesnât know how to express it without wanting to curl up and hide.
his gaze drops to the soda can held between his hands. callused fingers tap against the aluminum as he listens, light and sporadic. tap, short pause, tap, tap, long pause, tap. never when sheâs speaking, only in the seconds between her words. tap. tap. it stops with a hum of acknowledgement.
        âiâm sorry to hear about will. i hope he gets better soon.â dark eyes flit back to leona, and not for the first time since showing up at her doorstep, he thinks he dropped by at a bad time. sheâs looking after her boys, spending one of the few days she has off caring for others, and here he isâtaking up her couch, drinking her coke, and smiling his half-assed smiles. sure, he brought a pieâsure, it might even be a great pieâbut in the grand scheme of minutes and seconds and space wasted, quarter-charred baked goods hardly mean much. still, he chuckles with her, flashes another quick twist of his lips, and ignores the nagging feeling that he should apologize for imposing. âsounds like heâs the most helpful alarm ever, though,â he nods to jonathan. âyou never have to worry about waking up late.â
thereâs a pause as he takes a sip of soda, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
        âiâve been alright. one of the cooks caught the flu or somethinâ and theyâve got me covering his shifts, so things have been hectic lately.â when he remembers himself, and her job, heâs quick to add with a shrug: âas hectic as any diner can be.â which he imagines isnât any more hectic than the average workday of a nurse. ââside from that, iâve been putting in more hours at the library. hoping iâll be busy enough with outside work that my dadâll stop askinâ for help around the ranch.â itâs light and said around the hint of a smile, as if the biggest issue he has is heavy lifting and scarred hands, not the stench of chemicals clinging to the pasture and the lights that glare through his window at night.
tap.
        âiâm not really cut out for ranching, yâknow? canât stand it.â

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đđđđđ : Â bonfires, Â competitiveness, Â hand veins, Â loud laughs, Â messy hair, Â sneaking out at 2am, Â abandoned beaches, Â stray dogs, Â candle lights, Â body language, Â creaking floorboards, Â ouija boards, Â having no regrets, Â karaoke nights out.
đđđđđđ : Â house plants, Â oversized sweaters, Â soft hands, Â fuzzy socks, Â visiting big cities, Â snoozing your alarm clock, Â the color yellow, Â vanilla-scented candles, Â aloe vera, Â fruit smoothies, Â baking cookies, Â the mom friend, Â loves the ukulele.
đđđđđđ : Â femme fatale movies, Â in love with female villains, Â sharp eyeliner, Â quick-witted, Â does things out of spite, Â do no harm but take no shit, Â in love with dogs, Â probably cries during sad movies but wonât admit it, Â easily excited, Â ripped jeans.
đđđđđđ : Â mermaids, Â easily infatuated by love, Â smelling flowers, Â picnics in open fields, Â gets sad when thinking about the past, Â impressed easily, Â daydreaming in class, Â plucking fresh fruit, Â loves fashion, Â would die for their friends.
đđđ : Â confident in what they do, Â kill them with kindness, Â high ponytails, Â probably wants to visit paris once, Â not afraid to tell the truth, Â in love with cute animals, Â the one to lift others up, Â good at teamwork, Â the warm feeling of summer, Â dragons.
đđđđđ : Â pastel markers, Â the smell of lavender, Â has a welcoming vibe around them, Â actually organized, Â scrunchies, Â neat notes, Â loves going to museums, Â probably into photography, neutral colors, Â handwritten letters, Â stardust.
đđđđđ : Â soft blankets, Â cuddling the ones you love, Â always standing up for your friends, hopeless spurned romantic, Â can be very distant, Â can be a little dramatic, Â pretty hair, Â dresses nicely, Â tries to be popular on social media, Â optimistic, Â humorous.
đđđđđđđ : Â cottages in the woods, Â in love with greek mythology, Â vintage t-shirts, Â really emotional but doesnât want anyone to know, Â determined, Â moonlight, Â pretty handwriting, Â into the retro aesthetic, Â rainy days, Â doesnât judge people, Â cats.
đđđđđđđđđđđ : Â always ready for an adventure, Â street smart, Â wants to travel the world someday, Â doesnât easily trust people, Â alcohol, Â paintbrushes, Â canât sit still, Â untied shoelaces, Â tangled up earphones, Â blasting music at midnight, Â eye-gazing.
đđđđđđđđđ : Â cold aura, Â coffee is what keeps them going, Â probably hasnât slept in two days, Â actually a big softie, Â high-waisted jeans, Â cute pet videos, Â small apartments, Â has too many notebooks, Â often goes to the library, Â writing essays.
đđđđđđđđ : Â loves to paint & do any kind of art, Â wants to live at the seaside, Â knows a lot of random facts, Â shares food, Â messy notes, Â bullshits an entire essay, Â graffiti, Â has their own distinct style, Â wants to live their life like they want to.
đđđđđđ : Â old teddy bears, Â unsent love letters, Â mom-jeans, Â loves to sing, Â feels at home by the ocean, Â writes poetry, Â hard-workers, Â always up for deep conversations, Â probably did the stupid thing, Â open curtains, Â a soft breeze.
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stranger things season one ( 2016 - ) sentence  starters âŞÂ joyce byers edition. alter  as  you  see  fit
âwhere the hell are they?â
âi will see you tonight.â
âi told you this a thousand times!â
âi canât believe you, sometimes.â
âi have been waiting here over an hour.â
âhe has nothing to do with this.â
âwhat about the other time?â
âanybody home?â
âi changed my mind.â
âwho the hell is this?â
âbitch!â
âi know i havenât been there for you.â
ââi just feel bad. i donât even barely know whatâs going on with you.â
âyou canât do this to yourself.â
âthis was not your fault.â
âi feel it in my heart.â
âyou have to trust me on this, okay?â
âi canât eat.â
âi donât want you to go alone.â
âyouâre saying thatâs not weird?â
âwho would do that?â
âit was not a prank.â
âyou think iâm - iâm making this up?â
âoh, come on! youâre wasting your time.â
âi heard something else.â
âjust tell me where you are, honey.â
âcan you show him what you showed me?â
âsomething is going on here!â
âmaybe if i get more lamps âŚâ
âokay, iâm sorry.â
âuh, you wanna come in?â
âweâre having electrical problems.â
âshe shouldnât be here.â
âi need you to leave.â
âokay, baby, talk to me.â
âwhat should i do?â
âno, you donât understand.â
âit was almost human, but it wasnât.â
âit had these long arms and it didnât have a face.â
âyouâre talking about grief. this is different.â
âi swear to you, i know what i saw.â
âi understand, but god - i need you to believe me. please.â
âjust go home, [name].â
âi know it sounds crazy. i sound crazy! you think i donât know that?â
âi donât care if anyone believes me!â
âi am not gonna stop looking for him until i find him and bring him home.â
âtell me where you are.â
âi need you to hide.â
âour hands were almost touching.â
âdonât look at me like that.â
âyou never cared about him. you never did!â
âi canât believe i fell for this.â
âoh brother, i have not needed you for a long time!â
âdonât you dare.â
âwhat the hell is going on, [name]?â
âlook, we gotta go through this again.â
âyou didnât say there was a drawing.â
âwas it a good drawing?â
âyou may have seen him on the news.â
âthat couldâve been covered up.â
âwhat, youâre sorry? that is not good enough, [name]!â
âthatâs not even close. thatâs not even in the ballpark.â
âthis is not yours to fix alone.â
âyou act like youâre all alone out there in the world, but youâre not.â
âyouâre not alone.â
âyouâre a very brave girl. you know that, donât you?â
âthank you.â
âlisten, i am gonna be there with you the whole time.â
âif it ever gets too scary ⌠you just let me know, okay?â
âitâs okay. itâs okay.â
âi got you. donât be afraid. iâm right here with you.â
âyou tell him iâm coming.â
âjust hold on a little longer.â
âyou did so good.â
âitâs in the woods behind our house.â
âare you kidding me?â
âiâm going!â
âi know who you are. i know what youâve done.â
âyou left him in that place to die!â
ânow youâre asking for my help?â
âgo to hell.â
âwhat is this?â
âhoney, just breathe.â
âis that my house?â
âthis way.â
âheâs not breathing. heâs not breathing!â
âi love you so much. i love you more than anything in the world.â
âplease, please come back to me.â
âi need you to wake up now. i need you to breathe.â
âhi, sweetheart.â
âoh, this is just so overcooked.â
âthe potatoes are runny.â
âhey, no more snooping.â
âweâll have to see, wonât we?â
Jean Rouch - Moi, un noir (1958)
@salmnsâ / cont.
    HEAD  LIFTS  JUST  A  FRACTION.   bony  elbow  plants  into  her  thigh,  chin  rested  into  the  palm  of  hand,   waiting  and  waiting  some  more.   lingering  thought  of  just  when  sheâll  be  home,   schoolwork  awaiting,  holiday  barking  at  the  front  door,  the  smell  of  dinner.   and  susie  canât  sit  still,   staring  down  at  her  sneakers,  back  to  him,  twisting  hair  around  her  index  finger,  back  to  him.   â   iâm  fine.   â   thin  fingers  fiddle  with  a  shoelace,  pulling  it  free  from  its  knot.   â   just  ⌠ worried.   are  you  sure  youâll  be  able  to  fix  my  bike,   mister?   â
he frowns and drops his gaze to the bike in question. itâs been a while since he last looked at one of these things up close. heâs got his truck and his sisterâs partial to skateboards. a bike hasnât been seen in the owens household for years. still, heâs doing his best, and he figured thatâd be enough to instill some confidence, but seems that isnât the case. not that he blames her. he remembers enough to have the bike propped upside down and his toolbox set out beside it, but everything beyond this point is just a game of âsee what doesnât cause irreparable damageâ until itâs fixed. hence his hesitance in picking up the socket wrench.
    ââcourse,â he says, sounding more confident than he has any right to be, âjust might take a bit longer than i thought. sorry.â a quick glance and apologetic smile are offered before he returns to searching for the right socket among the clutter. âhope you donât have anythinâ major youâll be late to?â
@shellyjohnnson / cont.
    â   đđ´đťđť. đ¸'đź đđžđđ˛đˇđ´đł.   â   sheâs smiling, dimples in her cheeks and eyes alight.  just to play up the act, shelly holds a hand to her chest, fake swooning, smile only growing a fraction when she meets his gaze with her own.  the temperature is cooler tonight, the beginnings of autumn, fallen leaves and dreary clouds.  voice softer now, her weight leans against her door, hum comes gentle from parted lips.   â   ⌠ đłđž đđžđ đđ°đ˝đ đđž đ˛đžđźđ´ đ¸đ˝?  đźđ°đđąđ´?  đšđđđ đľđžđ đ° đđ´đ˛đžđ˝đł.   â  Â
he breathes out a laugh. the huff through his nose almost sounds too loud in the autumn night, but so does everything else. the crunch of gravel under his tires, the soughing sound from the trees beyond them, the rap of knuckles against the doorâeach still ringing in his ears. the cicadas are gone, and in their place, alarming self-awareness. hands shoved into the pockets of a worn leather jacket, timothy manages a smile, a slight curve of his lips that doesnât betray the nerves humming under his skin. just for a second.
    âyeah,â comes the reply before heâs quickly adding, âonly if you donât mind. wouldnât want to impose or anythinâ.â

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when people explain things to me i see red. if i wanted to understand iw ould have understood. leave me alone .
goxinsaneâ:
Grocery shopping was tedious. Large crowds, multiple conversations on at once⌠and her boys were at school. It was nerve racking. She felt better with them around so she could focus on them, but they werenât here. As the parent, she made sure to go grocery shopping when possible, especially on her days off. Leona had a knack for pushing it to the last thing on her list for multiple reasons; for the frozen food, and so she could look forward to going home, and Leona did look forward to getting what she needed and leaving.Â
Her list was unfortunately longer today, which didnât help the situation. But she remembered to pace her breathing and focus on where things wereâŚGripping the cartâs handle tightly, Leona made her way through the store and occasionally looked at her list.Â
The Essentials: eggs, milk, chocolate milk, potatoes,Â
Cereal, Lucky Charms (Willâs favourite) and Cheerios,
Bread: white and whole wheat buns, hot dog and hamburger buns,
Meat: sausages, bologna, hot dogs, burgers, etc..Â
There was a lot. And if Leona and the boys hadnât decided to have a barbecue before schooled started again, she wouldnât have to be running around for extra items. Not that she minded, she was well paid now as she an higher up as a registered nurse. When she walked down the cereal aisle, Leona had went to reach for a box up on a high shelf but stopped when she heard her name. âYâYes?â She turned her head and lowered herself back on the balls of her feet.Â
âTâTimothy, hi,â It was hard not to forget about him. Itâs been how long since theyâd seen one another? Suddenly, she felt as if the earth stopped and her anxiety simmered. âHow are you?â
timothy doesnât have a cart. this was supposed to be a get-in-and-get-out situation, the kind that ideally begins and ends in five minutes. he made sure to head straight for the cereal aisle, didnât spare a glance at the other brands and grabbed his usual oats. any other day and he wouldâve made it to the self-checkout area within those ideal minutes. probably wouldâve paid and been on his way to the car with seconds to spare. but he turned, his eyes wandered, and now that time frame is long gone with the moments heâs spent staring at her. still staring at her.
he almost doesnât catch her words when she speaks.
    âiââ he falters, as if he doesnât know how he is. as if heâs lost himself. and here, in the middle of the aisle with a container of oatmeal in hand, he almost feels as if he has. somewhere between the seconds of recognition he traded the self heâs grown to know for the one he left in texas, a bundle of nervous energy as he looks onto the woman in front of him. thereâs a furrow between his brows, gone as quickly as it appears, and he doesnât sound any more convinced when he continues, âiâm good.â
maybe he should offer more about himself, maybe he should start talking about his job or his education or the nice apartment he moved into a couple months ago, but none of that feels right. it's too sudden, this concept of playing catch-up. heâs still trying to process the fact that sheâs here, in the same space as him, at the same time, after all these years. so instead he looks at the box she was reaching for and nods to the shelf. something simple.
    âneed some help?â