[ It's just as quickly that the door swings open at Julie's phantom hand; she's in the living room, pacing. She is visibly distressed, even more so than the situation calls for. When Sam enters the room, she darts to him, eyes wide and her hands trembling slightly. ]
Sam, it's not -- it's not like any of the other times. It's not... it doesn't know what's going on, it's so mad and scared and hurt.
[ She can't sort her thoughts out, still somewhat drowning in the Singularity's all-encompassing emotions. ]
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Sam, it's not -- it's not like any of the other times. It's not... it doesn't know what's going on, it's so mad and scared and hurt.
[ She can't sort her thoughts out, still somewhat drowning in the Singularity's all-encompassing emotions. ]