[ Allison, Allison, on this floor. He knows this floor and its occupants, to some extent, but there's only a handful he's come across and learned. Allison.
The last flood. He'd met a man, about this kid's age. He paints by numbers, and he tries: ] Alan? [ Curiously, a shot in the dark. ]
Stiles. [ He looks back over his shoulder momentarily, and then quickly back at Stiles, and says distractedly: ] Will, it's. I'm Will Graham.
[ It's - he doesn't have the time again. He's lost in it. ]
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The last flood. He'd met a man, about this kid's age. He paints by numbers, and he tries: ] Alan? [ Curiously, a shot in the dark. ]
Stiles. [ He looks back over his shoulder momentarily, and then quickly back at Stiles, and says distractedly: ] Will, it's. I'm Will Graham.
[ It's - he doesn't have the time again. He's lost in it. ]
You see them too, don't you?