𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤: 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟟: ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

Her hands were cold. Again. Maybe it was because of the movie theater, but her hands were cold when she was with Tommy before he disappeared, and it was hot then.

Not Billy. Not another person before I can't remember. Darcy burst into the women's restroom of the movie theater. Thankfully, she was alone. She turned on the faucet for hot water to the least hottest setting and placed her hands underneath the tepid stream to warm them up. Not even a second had passed before Darcy retracted her hands, hissing. She immediately dried her hands with a paper towel, studying the steady stream of water curiously.

"What is happening to me?" Darcy watched as the lights above her began to flicker violently. She backed away from the sink until her back hit the wall.

Cold hands. Hot water. Flickering lights. Remember, remember, remember before you forget—