We began to drive off the audience by acting against their wishes, but a woman in white appeared. She was supposedly a character from the first season, but she seemed to believe it to be her show. She struck us with our own car, and we had to best her before we could leave.
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no, this seems about right for her. he just comes over to stand by the bed, looking her over with his brow furrowed in concern.]
I should certainly hope you were.
[but since she's been healed, he does set his good hand on her shoulder.]
What in the world happened to all of you?
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We were taken to other worlds, where we were meant to believe we belonged. But it turned out we were part of a show, with an audience.
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I couldn't remember anything.
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[terrible! hate it! he shakes his head, frowning.]
Were you able to recall your own memories, again, after finding you were part of this show?
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...do you feel all right, otherwise? Nothing lingering?
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My lucidity is coming and going. I have some odd breaks with reality.