“No,” I whispered. “That’s not possible. I’m right here.”
But looking directly at me.
Not at me.
“You’re in the wrong head, Nora. This one’s mine.”
Dogmeat was there. Wagging his tail. Tongue out. Happy to see me.
At me .
A hand on my shoulder. Cold. Weightless. And a voice—my own voice—whispering from behind my own teeth:
The Vault-Tec assisted parking system had never been glitchier. One second, I was watching the bomb’s shockwave turn the Boston skyline into a Jackson Pollock painting; the next, I was blinking up at a cracked pod lid, the stale taste of two-century-old air on my tongue.
I reached out with a trembling finger and touched the body’s cheek.
Help me.
No. Not the air. He was barking at something behind me. Something I couldn’t see without turning around.
“No,” I whispered. “That’s not possible. I’m right here.”
But looking directly at me.
Not at me.
“You’re in the wrong head, Nora. This one’s mine.”
Dogmeat was there. Wagging his tail. Tongue out. Happy to see me.
At me .
A hand on my shoulder. Cold. Weightless. And a voice—my own voice—whispering from behind my own teeth:
The Vault-Tec assisted parking system had never been glitchier. One second, I was watching the bomb’s shockwave turn the Boston skyline into a Jackson Pollock painting; the next, I was blinking up at a cracked pod lid, the stale taste of two-century-old air on my tongue.
I reached out with a trembling finger and touched the body’s cheek.
Help me.
No. Not the air. He was barking at something behind me. Something I couldn’t see without turning around.
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