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Syd(ney) Barrett (_donttouch) wrote,

Now would have been a fantastic time to have the ability to touch. She wished there was a way that she could toss them both into the safe pockets of the Astral Plane, to hold on and let him rage with the feeling of physical -- metaphysical -- support. Sydney stood up, following quickly. "David!" She tried to get through, cut through the noise. David!

And then, for Sydney, the rest was silence. And as if she was staring at the world through a waterfall, hazy and blurred. She was submerged in water and staring at the world from underneath. And then, someone pulled her out.

Noise returned, but it was far more noise than it should have been. More people than she had seen when they first arrived -- though any more people than she and David were more people than originally observed. Staring at the crowd and frowning, she had a thought to go over there and give them a piece of her mind. In fact, she was starting to march over right then. Until she saw...Amy?

Her head whipped over to David, wide eyed as well, and mouthed precisely what she was thinking. What the hell just happened? Did they --

"David," she whispered, trying to sound calm as she came up to stand beside him. "Why are we at your father's..?" She couldn't finish it. They were at his father's funeral. A year ago. Hand went into her pocket, fishing out the scarf and already gripping tightly on her side.