With Maisie at Forres Academy. Not sure why I am there - some kind of return trip. It all looks completely different... Deeper into the school, I see a curve of a corridor, and realise that this is the same as it was (though bears no relation to it's waking counterpart). I ame excited by this, and I feel the years start to drop away. Pupils wearing white shirts come in - they look old somehow - but as if I am seeing them through the eyes of the 12 year old I was when I was at this school.
Now in some kind of underground parking facility - I definitely don't remember this from my school days... Sat with Maisie in a car holding hands. She accidentally on purpose exposes her nipple. I am worried that people will be able to see.
Somewhere else. Maisie talks about how expensive it is to keep her car running. An image of me flicking through copies of Swamp Thing from the 2000s. Kissing Maisie. Feeling her tongue flicker against mine.
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