That, somehow, is more frightening than the fact that she's still stuck in this - whatever it is. She's trying to keep her breathing even, to not use up all her air in sheer panic, but it's hard.
They were right there. (You cannot turn back the clock, she reminds herself. Mother is already gone—) They were right there.
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That, somehow, is more frightening than the fact that she's still stuck in this - whatever it is. She's trying to keep her breathing even, to not use up all her air in sheer panic, but it's hard.
They were right there. (You cannot turn back the clock, she reminds herself. Mother is already gone—) They were right there.
Did they not even notice she wasn't...?
She slams her hands against the ceiling again.]