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We are inside the cloud. Not the cloud from Francie and Sam’s control room, but a cloud I remember very well. It’s where I spent hours—maybe even days—after I slammed into Halli and pushed her off the mountain to try to save her life. It’s where I stayed lost for who knows how long until I woke up in her house, inside her body, and had to take over living her life.
It isn’t like before, with Olga. Christine isn’t saying anything. All I have is the feeling to tell me when we’re moving from one situation to another.
And now the feeling I have is one of warmth. Of light. Out of the cloud into colors and brightness and a kind of liquid heat.
It is liquid, I realize. I’m deep inside it somewhere, not breathing, but not needing to breathe. I know Christine and Olga are near, but I’ve lost
