[There's a pause though, and a rustling of fabric as Isaac situates himself.]
Unofficial word is sort of crazy, but Peter and Tempest are sort of buying into it, so I dunno. There was this weird dream- I mean, it sounds stupid, but how else would I walk a mile out into the middle of a frozen wasteland and not wake up? Maybe mind control. Maybe hypnotism or something.
[There's another sigh, and Isaac curls around the notebook, hesitating like he's at loathe to tell her this but doesn't know what else to do. Peter trusts her, Isaac trusts her. That day in the warehouse proved that. So, when he speaks again his voice is soft, barely audible.]
...maybe I'm losing control. With Scott here, things have been... just, not normal.
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Official word is sleepwalking. Which it was.
[There's a pause though, and a rustling of fabric as Isaac situates himself.]
Unofficial word is sort of crazy, but Peter and Tempest are sort of buying into it, so I dunno. There was this weird dream- I mean, it sounds stupid, but how else would I walk a mile out into the middle of a frozen wasteland and not wake up? Maybe mind control. Maybe hypnotism or something.
[There's another sigh, and Isaac curls around the notebook, hesitating like he's at loathe to tell her this but doesn't know what else to do. Peter trusts her, Isaac trusts her. That day in the warehouse proved that. So, when he speaks again his voice is soft, barely audible.]
...maybe I'm losing control. With Scott here, things have been... just, not normal.