[This is what Rose is thinking: it's too fantastical, too otherworldly to buy into. But she believes him 100%. There's no reason for Dave to make these things up yet she can't piece together what it possibly means. If Dirk had a vision she has to grill him about what he saw. And--
That's as far as her thoughts get. She can hear Dave, but she isn't listening to him anymore. The air tastes heavy with rain, with the promise of a storm. The color of Dave's room fades, giving way to an ashen landscape -- there's the scent of alcohol and perfume and pine. The ground is wet.
There is a cat. It is wearing a suit. It looks incredibly expensive -- more expensive than anything she's ever worn.
Dave, of course, can't see what she's seeing. Rose isn't even aware of what she's doing. Her eyes are distant, as if she's zoning out.]
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That's as far as her thoughts get. She can hear Dave, but she isn't listening to him anymore. The air tastes heavy with rain, with the promise of a storm. The color of Dave's room fades, giving way to an ashen landscape -- there's the scent of alcohol and perfume and pine. The ground is wet.
There is a cat. It is wearing a suit. It looks incredibly expensive -- more expensive than anything she's ever worn.
Dave, of course, can't see what she's seeing. Rose isn't even aware of what she's doing. Her eyes are distant, as if she's zoning out.]