Pardon me, is there a Ms. Reilanin Bainbridge available?
Yes, that would be me.
Ms. Bainbridge, my name is Harvey Swanson, I'm with the police. Tell me- were you downtown yesterday when the... the attack occured?
[ an uncertain hum. there's silence on her end, her body moving slowly, hand reaching out and picking up the cup of tea as the coffee machine sputters to a stop, listening to the voice on the other end.
there's another moment of silence before the cup slips through her fingers and slams onto the ground. three pieces- the cup in half and the handle skittering off under the refrigerator. the liquid's just barely stopped boiling, but she doesn't make a sound, even though she's spilled the majority of it on herself. ]
Ms. Bainbridge? Ms. Bainbridge, are you there?
[ a sound- a strange, soft sound, a whimper eeking its way out of her throat. there are more words, but they flow by without meaning. she stares at the puddle at her feet without seeing it.
ah... she knows this feeling. the world's stopped again.
the man is still talking. she reaches out blindly for the counter, and slowly slides to the floor. the phone comes away from her ear- she ends the call and lets the phone slip out of her hand. ]
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Yes, that would be me.
Ms. Bainbridge, my name is Harvey Swanson, I'm with the police. Tell me- were you downtown yesterday when the... the attack occured?
[ an uncertain hum. there's silence on her end, her body moving slowly, hand reaching out and picking up the cup of tea as the coffee machine sputters to a stop, listening to the voice on the other end.
there's another moment of silence before the cup slips through her fingers and slams onto the ground. three pieces- the cup in half and the handle skittering off under the refrigerator. the liquid's just barely stopped boiling, but she doesn't make a sound, even though she's spilled the majority of it on herself. ]
Ms. Bainbridge? Ms. Bainbridge, are you there?
[ a sound- a strange, soft sound, a whimper eeking its way out of her throat. there are more words, but they flow by without meaning. she stares at the puddle at her feet without seeing it.
ah... she knows this feeling. the world's stopped again.
the man is still talking. she reaches out blindly for the counter, and slowly slides to the floor. the phone comes away from her ear- she ends the call and lets the phone slip out of her hand. ]