Riddled with doubt and insecurities, Edward stepped on. The wall was gone.
What kind of blasted morning was this?
Edward, desperately trying to cling the far reaching tentacles of his synapses to something solid tried to remember, when and where this was, when and where he was earlier, and then more immediately- where and when he was now.
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