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Jun. 18th, 2011 02:06 pmBarry is tidying up a home in section one when a hamster ball comes rolling across the floor, but he canât see a hamster in it. Curious, he picks it up and cracks it open, only to see a crystal inside. He has only heard of crystals so far, and hasnât had the chance to use one yet. He hesitates at first, knowing that he should wait until he gets home. Heâs not even sure what he wants to know from home; the anonymous writer over the journals certainly gave him a lot to talk about.
But eventually, curiosity wins over, and he hesitantly reaches his hand out and touches the crystal.
( âMemoryâ )
Barry stumbles backwards, breathless, unsure of what he thinks of the memory. Of what he thinks of anything, really. He should pay more attention to the fact that he had tried to burn down someone's house - that explains it in his dream - but he finds himself enraptured with the source of the kind woman's voice instead.
Whether he had a good life or not, he doesn't know. But now he knows that he would like to know more.
But eventually, curiosity wins over, and he hesitantly reaches his hand out and touches the crystal.
( âMemoryâ )Barry stumbles backwards, breathless, unsure of what he thinks of the memory. Of what he thinks of anything, really. He should pay more attention to the fact that he had tried to burn down someone's house - that explains it in his dream - but he finds himself enraptured with the source of the kind woman's voice instead.
Whether he had a good life or not, he doesn't know. But now he knows that he would like to know more.
