[Her brow arched in confusion at what she was hearing. That couldn't be right.]
Winston? ...Plane?
[She was recalling it now that dreadful encounter with the mummy but that was...Had he inured his head? Was he ill? She looked at him concerned as her hand drifted away from his to touch his forehead for a sign of temperature.]
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Winston? ...Plane?
[She was recalling it now that dreadful encounter with the mummy but that was...Had he inured his head? Was he ill? She looked at him concerned as her hand drifted away from his to touch his forehead for a sign of temperature.]
Rick...that was 10 years ago. Are you alright?