[The sound of the mutts kicks his brain into gear. He can't despair now, he needs to act. This time, he's out of his body, and walks over to the butterfly. Carefully, he reaches out his trembling hand and catches it, trying to be gentle but unable to control his motor skills enough for that. He closes his eyes and listens for whispering.]
Charity. Maybe...
[As the voices become clearer, the screams sound more and more warped, like a broken record, until they fracture and fall away. For a moment, he's in the dark again, and then, bright light. Gravity kicks in, and he falls to the ground with a grunt, squinting and shading his eyes from what seems to be sunlight.]
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Charity. Maybe...
[As the voices become clearer, the screams sound more and more warped, like a broken record, until they fracture and fall away. For a moment, he's in the dark again, and then, bright light. Gravity kicks in, and he falls to the ground with a grunt, squinting and shading his eyes from what seems to be sunlight.]