[credence startles at the noise and folds the newspaper with a little more haste and rumpling than he meant to. he's not sure if he should stand up. mr. graves hasn't? but maybe he can't? he sets the newspaper down in the stack.]
Hello.
[he swallows. the room is very quiet. and very white. there aren't many places to look besides mr. graves, though he tries to find them.]
It's--I'm Credence. I found you.
[he doesn't know what mr. graves knows, or remembers. liberty island. a wisp of smoke turning into a boy. screaming for help with a throat badly parched. miss tina and her sister. the hospital. the president? credence isn't sure he remembers it all himself. he certainly doesn't remember how he got there, except that he felt he had been there before.]
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Hello.
[he swallows. the room is very quiet. and very white. there aren't many places to look besides mr. graves, though he tries to find them.]
It's--I'm Credence. I found you.
[he doesn't know what mr. graves knows, or remembers. liberty island. a wisp of smoke turning into a boy. screaming for help with a throat badly parched. miss tina and her sister. the hospital. the president? credence isn't sure he remembers it all himself. he certainly doesn't remember how he got there, except that he felt he had been there before.]