[ wanda is still holding onto one of buffy's arms to help her balance, all three of them more or less huddled around the door, when she opens her mouth to reply to the man— something about how an engineer should hopefully be able to make heads or tails of this door—
when the door starts writing. her mouth stays frozen, voiceless for a few seconds before glancing up at him, ]
...Is that really your name?
[ as she asks, the song wafting from above them in the lighthouse twists, distorts, and she nearly winces at the garbled, eerie quality. wanda looks between the two of them. ]
Something is wrong. [ she quickly amends, glancing up at the lighthouse windows ] Something new is wrong. Maybe we've been down here too long.
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when the door starts writing. her mouth stays frozen, voiceless for a few seconds before glancing up at him, ]
...Is that really your name?
[ as she asks, the song wafting from above them in the lighthouse twists, distorts, and she nearly winces at the garbled, eerie quality. wanda looks between the two of them. ]
Something is wrong. [ she quickly amends, glancing up at the lighthouse windows ] Something new is wrong. Maybe we've been down here too long.