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Teacher was here. He could hear them talking, but now it sounded like they were talking from the bottom of a well. He felt lightheaded, his heart once again racing in his chest, blood singing in his ears. He all but fell off of the piano bench, struggling with his uncooperative body to get his feet underneath him. He tried to shuffle backwards, headed for where the stairs should be, but he bumped into something. The coffee table? Or maybe the end of a couch. The piano had him turned around, and he was headed the wrong direction. He wasn't sure where he was going, but the voices were getting closer. Which way were the stairs?! Ed couldn't let

Teacher was here. He could hear them talking, but now it sounded like they were talking from the bottom of a well. He felt lightheaded, his heart once again racing in his chest, blood singing in his ears. He all but fell off of the piano bench, struggling with his uncooperative body to get his feet underneath him. He tried to shuffle backwards, headed for where the stairs should be, but he bumped into something. The coffee table? Or maybe the end of a couch. The piano had him turned around, and he was headed the wrong direction. He wasn't sure where he was going, but the voices were getting closer. Which way were the stairs?! Ed couldn't let

Roy cradled his head in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He was hoping the caffeine would calm the splitting headache into something more manageable, but he was already two cups in, and it wasn't letting up. His mouth felt dry and everything was just sort of fuzzy around the edges, things not quite making as much sense as they should. And now it seemed he was going through one of those "phases" in which he would be treated to his own personal horror show inside his head every night. It always started with Ishval, like Roy had told Ed. He would be ordered to execute prisoners, one or two at a time, and he would be completely unable t

   Though Andie had already been dreading having to work on her own, she hadn't quite imagined the toll it would take. Being surrounded by nothing but the dark atmosphere of the manor was beginning to have an increasingly negative effect on her.    The little progress she seemed to have made in coming out of her shell had completely disappeared and she now spoke up even less. Finnian and Mey-Rin in particular attempted to encourage her to socialise and talk to people, but if anything she just withdrew even more.    With the cold memories of the manor seeping into her she fell into a state of constant depression. When she was around any of t