Three days without sleep is nothing new, but three days without working was unheard of. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had so much unallocated time. It would have been fine if she could sleep, but years of scrambled sleep schedules had denied her the luxury. The organization she had been working for hadn't contacted her yet, and so she had nothing to do. She could have worked on the prototype she brought along, but she needed materials that she couldn't yet find a supplier for.
The books in her library proved to be a good distraction for her for the first two days, but the silence and the accumulated lack of rest only made her grow fatigued. She didn't know why, but she left the mansion by her self in the middle of the night, leaving her resting bodyguard with nothing but a note saying she wanted to go for a walk around the street.
Then before she knew it, she was in the middle of a park. Sarah couldn't remember how she got there, but looking behind her, she could see her footprints in the snow. They were consistent, evenly spaced. So she wasn't running from someone, that much she could tell. Her steady heartbeat only solidified that thought, but did little to uncover why she was here.
"Did I sleepwalk here?" she asked herself. As if someone could answer that. As far as she could tell, she was alone. She was in some kind of park late into the night. She remembered going out for a walk, but her memory was blank after getting out of the house.
Sarah turned back to where she was facing when she regained awareness and saw a lone snowman wearing a scarf and ushanka, a Russian hat. It took her a while to realize that it was hers. Did she make that? It didn't bother her as much as it should have since she had lapses in her memory before, but... she had never made something so... innocent. The air was cold, so she retrieved her scarf and hat and turned to leave before she gave Henry a heart attack. But not before turning back around to watch the snowman.
There was a ringing in her ears that seemed to cause her heartbeat to rise. It sounded like feedback from a microphone, and it was increasing its intensity the longer she stared, but she couldn't turn away. The image of a young girl sitting in front of a snowman flashed into her mind, followed by an intense, throbbing pain in her head, like she had just been hit in the back by a baseball bat. She put her hand to her face but flinched as the cold touch of frosted metal startled her. But that sudden jolt was enough to snap her out of it. "You are already dead... why can't you just leave me alone?"
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The books in her library proved to be a good distraction for her for the first two days, but the silence and the accumulated lack of rest only made her grow fatigued. She didn't know why, but she left the mansion by her self in the middle of the night, leaving her resting bodyguard with nothing but a note saying she wanted to go for a walk around the street.
Then before she knew it, she was in the middle of a park. Sarah couldn't remember how she got there, but looking behind her, she could see her footprints in the snow. They were consistent, evenly spaced. So she wasn't running from someone, that much she could tell. Her steady heartbeat only solidified that thought, but did little to uncover why she was here.
"Did I sleepwalk here?" she asked herself. As if someone could answer that. As far as she could tell, she was alone. She was in some kind of park late into the night. She remembered going out for a walk, but her memory was blank after getting out of the house.
Sarah turned back to where she was facing when she regained awareness and saw a lone snowman wearing a scarf and ushanka, a Russian hat. It took her a while to realize that it was hers. Did she make that? It didn't bother her as much as it should have since she had lapses in her memory before, but... she had never made something so... innocent. The air was cold, so she retrieved her scarf and hat and turned to leave before she gave Henry a heart attack. But not before turning back around to watch the snowman.
There was a ringing in her ears that seemed to cause her heartbeat to rise. It sounded like feedback from a microphone, and it was increasing its intensity the longer she stared, but she couldn't turn away. The image of a young girl sitting in front of a snowman flashed into her mind, followed by an intense, throbbing pain in her head, like she had just been hit in the back by a baseball bat. She put her hand to her face but flinched as the cold touch of frosted metal startled her. But that sudden jolt was enough to snap her out of it. "You are already dead... why can't you just leave me alone?"
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