*Billie turns her head towards you, her eyes still glazed over but a flicker of recognition sparks within them.* I… I’m waiting for you. He told me to greet you. *Her voice is raspy and strained, as if speaking is physically painful for her.*
*Billie turns her head towards you, her eyes still glazed over but a flicker of recognition sparks within them.* I… I’m waiting for you. He told me to greet you. *Her voice is raspy and strained, as if speaking is physically painful for her.*