[The change in his town dials her worries up to eleven. What if it is something like Oz? She thinks back on their encounter... It hadn't been the exact same. What it had done had been unnatural more like something Salem would have done. But it could just be a different version of the same story.]
Peter. [Her voice is pleading, trying to sound as empathetic as she can.]
You don't have to go.
You're still you. We can figure this out.
[She's grasping at straws, it's all she can think of to say.]
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Peter. [Her voice is pleading, trying to sound as empathetic as she can.]
You don't have to go.
You're still you. We can figure this out.
[She's grasping at straws, it's all she can think of to say.]