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Mar. 9th, 2009 08:59 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
She has never been to Metropolis. She has never been outside Maine. Except part of her- the part that re-lived their first seven years- has. But that part has also never been to Metropolis.
( She's not entirely sure where this is, or how she got there. )
She wanders the side-alleys, shrinking behind trash cans and dumpsters when people go by, peering out when the coast seems clear. Nothing is familiar; not the unusually tall buildings, not the flat horizon, not the size, not the store names.
She isn't sure whether that's more frightening or a relief.
( She's not entirely sure where this is, or how she got there. )
She wanders the side-alleys, shrinking behind trash cans and dumpsters when people go by, peering out when the coast seems clear. Nothing is familiar; not the unusually tall buildings, not the flat horizon, not the size, not the store names.
She isn't sure whether that's more frightening or a relief.