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>[Chad is frozen in place. He would recognise this woman anywhere. She haunts his sleep. Months of therapy undone in an instant, his mental block is broken and he tries to speak.]"Uhn'd urd ee! Ust oh! Ust oh! Ease uhn'd urd ee..."
>[Panicking, Chad begins to sign a prayer.]The thing they call Cactus stops, and lurches around to the front of her old acquaintance. She is mesmerised by the movements of his hands; deliberate but unclear as he shakes with fear. There was another who knows this style, however: the orange-haired girl with the eyepatch who visited Cactus' warehouse some weeks back. They had spent some uneasy time, cross-legged and face to face on the cold concrete floor, but Cactus came to re-learn the gestures she once knew. In the light of a single streetlamp, Cactus follows what this man is saying, and she unclenches her fists, and stands up straight in front of him.
