What
It seemed like that answer was appropriate. But what, what? What was her purpose? She was a scientist, specializing in the study of the paranormal, particularly ghosts. The very entities that now seemed to haunt her existence—were they the reason for her current predicament?
Where
The answer eluded her, shrouded in the unfathomable depths of the void that enveloped her. A void that seemed to engulf everything and anything whole. That would account for the lack of everything and anything. But would that mean she was no where. Or would that mean she was everywhere? Perhaps she was everywhere and no where at once.
Why
Why had she ended up here? .. Ghosts! That had to be the reason, right? They must be behind this.
How
How had this come to pass? Well that's easy to explain! They—
They..
She didn't know.
.
.
.
"Mads .. did you hear that?"
A voice resonated within her mind, masculine and filled with unmistakable joy. Madeline felt a warmth wash over her, a sensation she could only interpret as love. Was it Jack's voice? Yes, she recognized it now, a comforting familiarity amidst the confusion that engulfed her.
"Maybe D̵̛̛̪̹̰͕̳̥̏̓̐͂͒̄́̆̈̂͒̅̏̆̓͑̏̽̈̏͒̓̋͒̾̓̾̎̓͌̕̕̕͝͝͝͝a̶̧̰͔̟͕̯͖̲̺̪̤̳͉̙̤̬̗̺͉̒́̽͂̋͝n̶̨̡̧̧̨̧̛̝̯̹͈͕̼̟̯̳͓̳̤̺̼̭̗͔̥̫̮̗͈̣̺̫̭̈̊̅͂̓̇̎̂̿͛͌̄̕̚͜͝ń̷̨̧̤͉̝̻̹̮͚͖͈͍̞̭̤̮͉͚̘̪̘̟̖̣͚̻̳͎͊̉̃̈́͛̈́͗̾̏͌̌̆͒̇̔̔̓̕͘̕͜͝͠y̴̨̢̬̻̤̼̬̪͕̭̼͇̥͕̞̤̗͖̺̙͑͑͂̀̃́̾́͛́̎ dropped something again"
A feminine voice followed, too familiar to be anyone but her own. She had mentioned a name, but it seemed to slip away from her grasp.
Who was upstairs?
"D̵̛̛̪̹̰͕̳̥̏̓̐͂͒̄́̆̈̂͒̅̏̆̓͑̏̽̈̏͒̓̋͒̾̓̾̎̓͌̕̕̕͝͝͝͝a̶̧̰͔̟͕̯͖̲̺̪̤̳͉̙̤̬̗̺͉̒́̽͂̋͝n̶̨̡̧̧̨̧̛̝̯̹͈͕̼̟̯̳͓̳̤̺̼̭̗͔̥̫̮̗͈̣̺̫̭̈̊̅͂̓̇̎̂̿͛͌̄̕̚͜͝ń̷̨̧̤͉̝̻̹̮͚͖͈͍̞̭̤̮͉͚̘̪̘̟̖̣͚̻̳͎͊̉̃̈́͛̈́͗̾̏͌̌̆͒̇̔̔̓̕͘̕͜͝͠y̴̨̢̬̻̤̼̬̪͕̭̼͇̥͕̞̤̗͖̺̙͑͑͂̀̃́̾́͛́̎ couldn't lift something that heavy. And wasn't he over Tucker's house these past few days?"
Jack's voice interjected once more, prompting Madeline to wonder about this Tucker character. Did she know someone by that name? It sounded masculine, but her memories remained clouded, struggling to piece together fragments of recollection. Was he a friend, an acquaintance, or merely a figment of her imagination? The uncertainty weighed heavily upon her, adding to the labyrinth of unanswered questions that surrounded her.
" .. I thought he was over Sam's?"
Her own voice chimed in, sparking another wave of confusion. Who was Sam? Was it short for Sammy or Samantha? The name seemed gender-neutral, prompting Madeline to question her own understanding of gender.
While she acknowledged the ambiguity of pronouns, she found solace in identifying as a woman—a label that resonated with her sense of self. Amidst the uncertainty that shrouded her existence, it was a small comfort upon which she could cling.
She was a woman, that's for sure.
"No, J̴̡̭̩̻̰̮̗̙̯̠́̂͜͜ả̶̩͙̩͔̣͈͖̗̦̫̣̫̻̈́̾͠͠ͅz̵̨̥̦̪͉̭̳̪͉̗̻̋͒̋̀͑̂z̵̡̨̛͙̰̜̩͙͈̻̦̝̦̠̘̫̿̒͋̒̽͒͜ỵ̷̖̄́̒̋͋͝p̷̧̡̣̼̮̪͖̱͍̦͎̺͌̊ȁ̵̢̛̤̜̝̟͍̭̬̰̖͚͗̾̌̈́̈́̽͋̋̂̊̈́͐̓̊͜͠ņ̷̧̠̪̘̜͕̺̇́t̸̨̡̖̠̀̊̏̈́̆̍̿̀̃̒̉́͑̊̕͜͠͠s̵̨̼̺̗̞͈͕͔͕̱̼̃̇̽͝ said he was spending a few days over Tucker's house"
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