#sinking in

But I'm fighting for a memory I'm starting to forget

"Maybe it'll sink in next week or in a month ... maybe."  From Guilford College's 1973 yearbook.

Here's my gallery of unusual imagery from vintage college yearbooks.

@aspidersurvivor

Cold water, soap, scrubbing brush.  It was difficult working around the hole in the shirt, she didn’t want to make it bigger, that would just be harder to repair.  On the white singlet she was wearing, a large, red bloom of blood had spread through the fibres.  That was an easier solve, it could just be bleached clean, no worries there.  The flannel shirt, however, was complex in its colouring and did not belong to her.

She was angry.  Furious.  Beyond having been physically attacked, the idea that someone thought he had the right to command her made her blood boil.  She didn’t kill her way out of the facility to put up with someone telling her who she could and couldn’t associate with.  She didn’t walk out of the X-Mansion when Charles was still kicking about to put up with that kind of paternalism now.

Still, was she putting Peter at risk by association?  She had a body count behind her, and somewhere out there, someone could have the trigger scent.  If it was released in the compound, how many would she kill before she fought it off?  Could she fight it off at all?  It had been a long time since she had been exposed, and she only managed to resist its power twice.  Was Kimura waiting behind the next corner, ready to strike?  There was no way she was dead in all of this, that much was certain.