[ The memories plaguing Claude is the whole reason why he's in the bookstore in the first place. He has a sinking feeling that whatever's wrong with him is nothing that could be researched - past lives? vivid hallucinations? drugs in the food, mold in the walls, lead in the water? - but he feels driven to at least give it a shot anyway.
Until someone bumps into him, some kid who goes vacant and blank before recoiling as though he'd been struck. Claude's eyes dart between the kid and the shelf as he catches him by the shoulders, making the tenuous connection. If he's right, he has someone else to talk to. If he isn't, he'll be seen as mad. ]
Whoa, there! You all right? You look like you've seen a ghost.
open!
Until someone bumps into him, some kid who goes vacant and blank before recoiling as though he'd been struck. Claude's eyes dart between the kid and the shelf as he catches him by the shoulders, making the tenuous connection. If he's right, he has someone else to talk to. If he isn't, he'll be seen as mad. ]
Whoa, there! You all right? You look like you've seen a ghost.