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I didn’t move. Didn’t track it.

Hennessy kept writing.

Then stopped.

He moved. Steps careful.

“Look at me.”

I stared at him.

“Can you see a light?”

“No.”

“Left.”

I shifted my eyes.

“Right.”

Again.

“Up.”

Followed.

“Down.”

Lowered.

A flicker came.

Gone before it formed. Just like before. In the gardens.

Her.

Outline.

Standing in front of me.

“Did you see something?”

“No.”

“Are you⁠—”

I clenched my jaw.

He stilled. Didn’t write immediately this time.

“I’d like to run a few additional tests.”

Silence.

“Just to rule out any nerve involvement.”

My hand tightened once at my side.