[At first, she dismisses the familiar voice in the disjointed garage. Trick of her imagination, lingering hallucination, another voice that just sort of sounds like her.
And then she actually sees her. Right there, with her own car. Right in front of Faith's face.
Son of a-]
...B?
[That one word- one letter, even- is all she manages to say. It... okay, it feels stupid. She feels stupid. It's like her brain went into standby mode. In fact, the only thought that manages to surface through the shock is a slightly resentful observation:
She's even got the same kind of car as Faith. Of course she does.]
02!
And then she actually sees her. Right there, with her own car. Right in front of Faith's face.
Son of a-]
...B?
[That one word- one letter, even- is all she manages to say. It... okay, it feels stupid. She feels stupid. It's like her brain went into standby mode. In fact, the only thought that manages to surface through the shock is a slightly resentful observation:
She's even got the same kind of car as Faith. Of course she does.]