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Harry’s eyesight is inhumanly sharp.

…In the light of day.

PERCEPTION - (It says something. You’ll have to get closer if you want to see it.)

HALF LIGHT - (No. Dont.)

INLAND EMPIRE - (I want to see it. Kim is looking at it.)

ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (You aren’t going to turn tail and leave him in this alley. Dream or not…)

Harry walks forward, squinting against the darkness. When he’s close enough to make out the words…his stomach drops.

HALF LIGHT - (I don’t want to lose anything anymore. I want to leave. I want to go. I want to go.)

He touches Kim’s shoulder.

“Let’s go home.”

REACTION SPEED - (This isn’t right.)

PERCEPTION - (That isn’t Kim.)

HALF LIGHT - (RUN.)