text; broken head and the stars are spinning

[mimic]

Anyone else having trouble sleeping lately? [ He's tried counting sheep. He counted up to a hundred thousand before deciding he should quit it. Peter's hoping that some random conversations via text will help get his mind off... well, everything.

He just can't seem to relax. One thought leads to another leads to another. It's a constant stream of noise made worse by this ability to hear people's thoughts. It's a jumble of words that don't make sense and he can't seem to shut that off. ]

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[justmakeroom]

Memories. People I lost.

[ She dreams about her death, too, the one she knows is coming, but that's not really the best way to start a conversation with someone new. ]

Bad thoughts?

[mimic]

More like -- a jumble of thoughts.

I'm sorry about your loss. Who were they? If you don't mind me asking. [ Talking, or in this case, texting about what's bothering her might help and he's willing to lend an ear/eye. ]

[justmakeroom]

[ She'd be interested in hearing about his jumble of thoughts, but for now, there's some sort of comfort in talking out the heavy things weighing on her mind. ]

It's okay, it's...where I'm from, everyone's lost people. A lot of people. I lost my sister, friends. It was a virus, it wiped everyone out. [ It was worse than that, of course, but she doesn't really want to make it harder for anyone to sleep by relaying what's a veritable horror movie. ]

[mimic]

What kind of a virus? [ The last few viruses they'd had to deal with back home had been something called SARS -- a viral respiratory disease, and then there was also that H5N1 pandemic which caused a numbers of deaths worldwide, but nothing the CDC didn't manage to contain. ]

[justmakeroom]

I don't know if we'll ever know what it was or what caused it.

[ Well. Might as well tell the truth, no sense stopping now. ]

When it killed people, it brought them back from the dead, and they...ate the living.

[mimic]

[ The thing about Peter is that he's quick to believe that these things are all possible because he's always had quite the imagination. (Unlike Nathan who's always telling him he should get his head checked.) ]

They turned into zombies?

[justmakeroom]

Yes. The world's full of them now. More of them than us.

[mimic]

[ He can't imagine what she's had to go through. ]

How did you manage to survive?

[justmakeroom]

With the help of friends. It's the only way you can survive. Going it alone...you won't last long.

[mimic]

[ Right now, he wishes his ability allowed him to travel to alternate worlds so he can help save people like Andrea. ]

Do you think about going back there? [ Wonderland must be a welcome reprieve, but if she had friends there... He understands now why she can't get any sleep. Going back means dealing with all of that again, but staying put -- it doesn't ease the worry. ]

[justmakeroom]

I think about it a lot. I wish all our friends could be here, I wish I could get back there and bring them here so they could be safe, too.

[ She knows she's dead back there, that when she goes back, she only has mere seconds left to live before she pulls the trigger on herself, and that's a hard thing to contend with. ]

[mimic]

Is there anyone from your world here right now? [ He really hopes Andrea's friends make it to Wonderland someday. This place might not be much and it might be not be the safest either; what with all of the events happening all too frequently, but it seems a whole lot better than an apocalyptic world filled with zombies. ]