Eight years old is enough to remember watching one's parents get crushed to death.
The hotel disappears behind them far too quickly, or maybe time passes in a too-rapid slideaway, or maybe Daniel hasn't been paying attention, but the darkened morning sky is bombarding them with an irradiating, flaring blaze of sunrise, ahead of schedule. Or on schedule. Daniel's coffee is gone, so time must have passed even if he can't fully account for it. He shakes his head in an effort to adjust himself to his surroundings, a motion that's quickly, worryingly becoming familiar.
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"I was a kid. I don't really remember."
An easy lie.
Eight years old is enough to remember watching one's parents get crushed to death.
The hotel disappears behind them far too quickly, or maybe time passes in a too-rapid slideaway, or maybe Daniel hasn't been paying attention, but the darkened morning sky is bombarding them with an irradiating, flaring blaze of sunrise, ahead of schedule. Or on schedule. Daniel's coffee is gone, so time must have passed even if he can't fully account for it. He shakes his head in an effort to adjust himself to his surroundings, a motion that's quickly, worryingly becoming familiar.