[ Sarah fumbles, putting the mugs back on the shelf and nearly dropping one in the process. They end up in the wrong spots, both of them, but she doesn't care and turns back to Beth without quite meeting her eyes. Of course it's Beth. She's standing in front of Beth Childs in a bloody off-brand Starbucks, and for a few seconds she's not sure what's real and what's not. She's stood in front of Beth so many times, in dreams, in hallucinations, and each time, Beth has turned away from her.
She reaches out hesitantly and tries to touch the sleeve of Beth's coat with two fingers, testing for solidness. This already feels different from all the other times she's seen Beth. For one thing, this one doesn't know her name, while the Beth in her dreams always knows exactly who she is and what she's done. But she has to check. She has to. ]
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[ Sarah fumbles, putting the mugs back on the shelf and nearly dropping one in the process. They end up in the wrong spots, both of them, but she doesn't care and turns back to Beth without quite meeting her eyes. Of course it's Beth. She's standing in front of Beth Childs in a bloody off-brand Starbucks, and for a few seconds she's not sure what's real and what's not. She's stood in front of Beth so many times, in dreams, in hallucinations, and each time, Beth has turned away from her.
She reaches out hesitantly and tries to touch the sleeve of Beth's coat with two fingers, testing for solidness. This already feels different from all the other times she's seen Beth. For one thing, this one doesn't know her name, while the Beth in her dreams always knows exactly who she is and what she's done. But she has to check. She has to. ]