But she doesn't need to. Sometimes it's exactly the smallest things that can get to you, after all. Maybe a whiff of smoke, maybe someone yelling fire - whatever in particular she noticed about the (actually not too spectacular) kitchen fire, it's still enough to set Alice off.
Because it sets her mind right back. It makes her think of that night, still as vivid now as it was all those years ago. The smell, the crackles, the bright fire everywhere, the voices, their voices--
She tries to suck in a sharp breath of air, but somehow it doesn't fill her lungs in the slightest.
And so she does the only thing she can do in her panicked state.
She turns right around, and runs.
Without realising that running in a cramped train is a really, really bad idea. After all, it only takes mere moments for her to run right into someone.
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But she doesn't need to. Sometimes it's exactly the smallest things that can get to you, after all. Maybe a whiff of smoke, maybe someone yelling fire - whatever in particular she noticed about the (actually not too spectacular) kitchen fire, it's still enough to set Alice off.
Because it sets her mind right back. It makes her think of that night, still as vivid now as it was all those years ago. The smell, the crackles, the bright fire everywhere, the voices, their voices--
She tries to suck in a sharp breath of air, but somehow it doesn't fill her lungs in the slightest.
And so she does the only thing she can do in her panicked state.
She turns right around, and runs.
Without realising that running in a cramped train is a really, really bad idea. After all, it only takes mere moments for her to run right into someone.