Deja Who

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Genres: Fiction
She ran up the sidewalk to Archer’s front door, barely registering the ting-ting-ting of the car as it chimed its warning that she’d left the keys in the ignition and the door open. And almost on top of a fire hydrant.
    She hammered on the front door with her fists and, when that didn’t bring an immediate response, started kicking the bottom of the wooden door. It hurt, but she didn’t care. She imagined the neighbors would be concerned by the noise, and didn’t care. They might call the polic
...e; she didn’t. The police only called you after the unthinkable happened. She had a flash from her past, something about (“But they cannot! The king is above the law. The king is the law.”) things going bad just when it seemed the good times were back, and shook it off.
    “Archer! Open up! Archer, be in there and be unmangled and safe and open up!” Part of her brain realized she was sobbing his name and her fists were going numb and her foot hurt but the rest of her brain didn’t care, was focused on her worst thoughts being false, being untrue, because Archer was fine, he was fine last night and he would be fine now and all she had to do was keep knocking and he would eventually— “Jeez, Leah?”
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