"That's..." Her cheerful bravado slowly dissolves, leaving a skinny, short, seventeen-year-old who looks like she may or may not be turning the same color as the snow.
"No, that's not--places like that don't exist. I mean ghost towns, sure, that... fucking happens I guess, but. Why the fuck hasn't anyone, I don't know, left? I get that the forest is a foggy Blair Witch remake waiting to happen, but th..."
She takes a deep breath, then another. "You don't know who dragged us here either?"
A pause, then she takes a step back, the wariness fresh on her face. "What the fuck is this, huh? No, this--I'm fucking delusional, is that it? You show up in my head looking like Jeff, I let you hang out because I'm so freaked by this whole.... whatever that I just want the company? Nice try motherfucker. You're about ten times harder than Jeff and I can tell. You're wearing the face crooked."
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"No, that's not--places like that don't exist. I mean ghost towns, sure, that... fucking happens I guess, but. Why the fuck hasn't anyone, I don't know, left? I get that the forest is a foggy Blair Witch remake waiting to happen, but th..."
She takes a deep breath, then another. "You don't know who dragged us here either?"
A pause, then she takes a step back, the wariness fresh on her face. "What the fuck is this, huh? No, this--I'm fucking delusional, is that it? You show up in my head looking like Jeff, I let you hang out because I'm so freaked by this whole.... whatever that I just want the company? Nice try motherfucker. You're about ten times harder than Jeff and I can tell. You're wearing the face crooked."