[It doesn't even occur to Lydia that she might have given Allison the impression that she is an Inmate. She's still tired, there's dirt all over her clothes and hair. But she barely feels it because Allison is talking to her. And she wants to hold on to this dream just a little longer before she wakes up screaming her name. For now, she's safe in her own head.]
No. No, we were at the Port. I think we're still there.
[Or maybe this is reality. Maybe Allison is there and she can see and hear her because she's a banshee. She tried talking to Allison before she came. She wanted to make sure she was okay, that she was moving on.
She talked to her that night, after they got home from school. After everyone had left her alone.
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No. No, we were at the Port. I think we're still there.
[Or maybe this is reality. Maybe Allison is there and she can see and hear her because she's a banshee. She tried talking to Allison before she came. She wanted to make sure she was okay, that she was moving on.
She talked to her that night, after they got home from school. After everyone had left her alone.
Maybe she needed time. And now she's there.]
Why are you here? Do you need anything?