I'm sorry that whoever's editing this has to cut around all of my coughs.

Or don't.

I was going to say that you're assuming that they're going to cut around.

Yeah, Casey, bring those up.

Crank the coughs.

Turn the coughs.

Mmm.

John it, I think the realization comes as is your body starting to move.

I think the realization comes as is your body starts to inform you that that prickling feeling is localized around your palm and you look down and you see how the lines of the universe of the pocket space are connected to something in the outside world and anchor a tether that has been tied to you.

But not by you.

In the center of your palm is a black spot connected to a sickly and awful tendril, a part of the universe that looks warped and contorted.

The mariners mark you feel ways memory fade away and rushing in like a tidal wave cold sea water fills this space.

As you can see in the distance the skies here redden clouds gather overhead and ghost light fill the horizon.

It is not a metaphor.

It is not a memory.

You feel it and know it to be true.

The mariner is here.

The mariners mark you feel ways memory fade away and rushing in like a tidal wave cold sea water fills this space.

Johnny is taking this in.

I think any kind of I mean it's not to say that the kid is numb right now but also there is a little bit of like a what's more what's one more thing going on in his mind where it's like all right this is a space where

however however like however we got to the pocket space it is proven to be a space where like the hard thing is the only thing and then in feeling the water kind of like the the water at his feet that soggy sensation like creep up like your your pant leg and then it's like looking at his hand.

It's a level of dread on top of already like this desperation of like trying to figure out what's wrong with him and seeing the I guess the red and skies.

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