[There's a moment of silence as Sinclair tries to recall what he had seen. The graves, destroyed. The caskets--but Rodya was strong enough to hold him back. And when the police came, well--that's when everything got worse]
No one let me get close. [Tired, mumbling, shuffling through the haze of the sedatives]
no subject
No one let me get close. [Tired, mumbling, shuffling through the haze of the sedatives]
She was laughing when I saw her.