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“Wanda? Wanda. Who’s doing this to you, Wanda?”
An unfamiliar voice suddenly comes through the radio. Someone is trying to contact me.
No.
Part of me knows I can’t stay here forever, but I’m not ready to be discovered. My time with Vision was cut short once; I won’t allow that to happen again.
I glance at Dottie. Did she notice? She’s bleeding; in her shock, she shattered the glass in her hand.
So, she can hear it too.
I can’t let this go; she was already asking too many questions.
One wave of my hand and she’s smiling again.
