Saffron didn't at all like the way Sawyer was pointing that gun at her. He was aiming it with intent, not as an empty threat. "What's who got?" she asked, frowning in confusion. "Sawyer, it's me. Helen. This isn't real. I don't know who you think you're talking to, honey, but you've gotta snap out of it."
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Date: 2010-11-01 06:42 am (UTC)