[Hearing Minako's voice hitch like that made Lucy's arms curl more tightly around her friend's back. Minako wasn't fine. Neither of them were fine. It was a twisted kind of comfort.

Lucy blotted her eyes on her fried's shoulder, and her voice was heavy and sluggish.]

There was this...museum. At first there were models of buildings in there. The Towers, a department store. Our old apartment. Pen's house. [Lucy's shoulders twitched.] Then we started seeing people, statues of them. People I guess used to be in the city.

[Her fingers curled possessively into Minako's shirt.]

...people I knew. You were-- [Lucy's voice cracked, and her breath hitched as she tried to recover.] ...you were there, too. When we got too far, they...they started to scream.

[Minako was here now. Not there. She was never there. But Lucy couldn't stop herself from shaking.]

Not like a person. Like a machine. All full of static. They started to chase us, and if we touched them they'd shock us.