Some people are even more. { He is, and it remains unsaid. It’s enough for one of the shadow puppets to stop, the rest of the play still continuing how it is. This one puppet stares, a glass doll with no emotion to its core. He leans back into his seat. Is someone watching? He has to consider the possibility, has to consider all of them. It then goes back to its motions as if it never occurred. It’s startling. }

Did you see it? Out of place. { A beat. } Sorry. Self-heal? { There’s some curiosity in his tone, abide distracted. He’s not sure what to believe. Beyond the fog or anything alike. }

I used to have encephalitis. It made me see things. I thought it came back when I arrived. { His being is compelled again, meeting Abby in a crossroad and making him choose a direction. He doesn’t like making decisions. } I’m assuming it’s only physical and not mental? Your mending? If that is what you’re saying.

{ Healing and making are two different and dangerous aspects on a double edged sword. He’s known both, and someone is alluding, which puts him slightly on edge. It isn’t visible. He doesn’t think Abby will harm him, so far. Will is trying to hold to his piece of mind. He inquires for his sake. }