[Mary calls back as she wakes, rubbing her eyes. She doesn't remember falling asleep. Doesn't remember leaving the square at all. When Mary raises her lantern from where sits, it feels like shadows are coiling, bending down to stare down at her. She stares back. This should be scarier, especially for a child, but it only fills her wit a sad sense of nostalgia.
Raising on shaking legs, she brushes off her skirt.]
I see it, too. But I'm not sure where it is that we are.
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[Mary calls back as she wakes, rubbing her eyes. She doesn't remember falling asleep. Doesn't remember leaving the square at all. When Mary raises her lantern from where sits, it feels like shadows are coiling, bending down to stare down at her. She stares back. This should be scarier, especially for a child, but it only fills her wit a sad sense of nostalgia.
Raising on shaking legs, she brushes off her skirt.]
I see it, too. But I'm not sure where it is that we are.
[She doesn't recognize it, yet, being so empty.]