[Theo closes her eyes -- not necessary, but it helps to focus, a bit -- and lets the image fill her mind. After the space of a couple heartbeats, there's a throb in her neck and forehead, like the beginnings of a migraine, which is...strange. She frowns, pulling away a bit, but the image is clear.]
Red sneakers. Really...old and dusty ones. Almost falling apart.
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Red sneakers. Really...old and dusty ones. Almost falling apart.
...am I close?