Locke stared at the man rubbing against a rock. "It doesn't make any sense." He pondered what was happening to them. He simply couldn't imagine any reason to subject them to such nice memories. The only thing he'd have changed would have been to share them with someone close.
Still staring at Cid, he asked aloud, "Who do you think this Elizabeth is?"
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Date: 2010-02-10 01:09 am (UTC)Still staring at Cid, he asked aloud, "Who do you think this Elizabeth is?"