[ Why are his words so familiar, as if they're activating something in her brain she tried to push back, tried to forget, a memory she's replayed so many times in her head before because it it was the moment she wished so many times she could have changed - why? what's so wrong with it? what is is about? - and all she can do is strange at him in near horror. When he's this close to her he might as well nearly hear her heart pounding in her throat over it. ]

No, this is-- [ She shakes her head, as if part of her is resisting against something she doesn't even know about. Stop stop stop stop.. ]

... I-- I have to go home.. I have to see them again, they're waiting for me, if I don't hurry and go home dinner will get cold without me.. [ Her head snaps desperately to the street, looking down it. ] Why is the bus so late..?!

[ She has to get away, because she somehow knows that if she stays here with him, everything will end. Somehow.

Some tiny part of her does speak up inside herself though, small and almost inaudible. Stay with him. All of this is wrong. ]