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[ the video feed starts, and lydia's not paying attention; in fact, she'd been using the darkened screen of her device in order to check the status of her lip gloss and mascara. the latter is slightly smudged underneath one eye, as if she's recently been crying, but it's the only sign of any distress as she quickly plasters a different expression on, mouth pouting slightly. ]

I would like to state, for the record, that this is ridiculous. Absolutely, completely - ridiculous.

I mean, they say that the first part of debunking a hallucination is to acknowledge its total lack of infallibility.

Or something.

Besides, the whole 'waking up in Wonderland' cliché? So tired.

[ she pauses, eyes narrowing, and stares a little more intently at the camera, as if silently daring someone to challenge her.

and then she sighs, quietly, the camera panning to the rows and rows of books behind her - several of the titles in different languages - before the feed cuts out. ]

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[ she squints at her screen, trying to figure out if it's broken on her end, or his end or what. ]

Oh, joy.

You think, but you don't know?

[ something's broken all right, but it's not the device. agoraphobia is a way of life, man. ]

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I think... I... [ there's a prolonged pause on his end, and slowly, as if trying to reassure himself: ] ...I've been told by multiple people this is real. I've been assured by my psychiatrist this is real. I've been here for weeks. But it doesn't seem real, and I can't make myself believe it is.

[ she pauses in thought, mouth briefly quirking to one side. ]

You have a psychiatrist here. Well, that lends slightly more credibility.

Actually, the same psychiatrist I had from where I came from. He's here too. [ another pause. ] I think he's a figment of my imagination. I'm pretty sure all of you are.

[ welp Lydia, you had to arrive on the day the weird truth-telling compulsion was in the air and everywhere. good luck with that, buddy. ]

[ she peers at her screen again, and can't help but smile a little. ]

Well, if that's true - [ with a small toss of hair over her shoulder ] - I must be a pretty great figment.

[ he'll match that with a smile of his own, though it holds no mirth behind it: ] Well, you're not dead, so you're better than most of the girls I've hallucinated.

[ she can't see the smile in question, which is probably just as well. but his words earn a small frown, as she mutters through her teeth. ]

I haven't exactly ruled out that theory yet.

[ well this conversation just got significantly awkward. ]

Well... [ chewing his lower lip. ] I don't remember seeing your corpse, and I usually remember the cases I investigate, so if you are a hallucination, I don't think you're someone I saw on a slab.

Cases? What do you do, exactly?

[ notice how she's bypassed the whole death subject entirely. ]

[ yes he has and thank fuck for that ]

I'm a Special Agent. [ temporary. ] For the FBI. [ sort of. ]

Impressive.

Well, that explains the corpse comment. Don't worry, my theory on that has very little supporting evidence.

[ a heavy sigh. ] Not really. But yeah. I get paid to look at corpses. Usually horribly mutilated ones. [ another tight smile. ]

I hope your hypothesis is inaccurate. I hope mine is too.

So - do you have a name? Or am I just going to have to call you FBI?

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