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He mashed the button for [WALK AWAY] . Nothing happened. The selection cursor hovered stubbornly over [TAKE HER HAND] .

But as he passed the hallway mirror, he stopped. He could have sworn his reflection blinked a full second after he did. And in the corner of the glass, reflected behind him, was a floral-print couch he did not own. SIVR-146--------

He felt fine. A little tired. A little hungry. He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. He mashed the button for [WALK AWAY]

“You came back,” she whispered. “You always come back to 146.” reflected behind him