[This was the wrong door. The noises could be from almost any place, except maybe the wheels. He doesn't think there's enough of them in the background for this to be a store of some sort. And there's no overhead music. He's trying not to panic, unconsciously clutching at whatever's in his hand.
It must be important if he has it. Toki used to paint, and he does think of a paintbrush when he first feels that end. It's softer, though, like it would flop over easily if trying to paint anything with it; not stiff enough. But somehow it feels very familiar, the texture and the way it glides over his fingers. He doesn't move right away, and the woman speaks before he finds the bed.
Niko. Toki's hand curls tighter around what he thinks is a piece of Rei's hair. Apart from running his hands through the hair she has now, he'd also touched the lock with the morgue key on it when he and 45 went into Rei's Shadow dungeon. The squeaky wheels make sense now. It's a hospital. Toki finally reaches out towards the bed when he hears Rei, or Niko, there.]
Rei?
[Whatever memories she has of this place, they can't be good. Not if her mind made a dungeon of it.]
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It must be important if he has it. Toki used to paint, and he does think of a paintbrush when he first feels that end. It's softer, though, like it would flop over easily if trying to paint anything with it; not stiff enough. But somehow it feels very familiar, the texture and the way it glides over his fingers. He doesn't move right away, and the woman speaks before he finds the bed.
Niko. Toki's hand curls tighter around what he thinks is a piece of Rei's hair. Apart from running his hands through the hair she has now, he'd also touched the lock with the morgue key on it when he and 45 went into Rei's Shadow dungeon. The squeaky wheels make sense now. It's a hospital. Toki finally reaches out towards the bed when he hears Rei, or Niko, there.]
Rei?
[Whatever memories she has of this place, they can't be good. Not if her mind made a dungeon of it.]