"What sort of monster," Zoe demanded, agreeing with Danny completely. "A werewolf? Did she have wings? What did you see - exactly?"
The more Rachel thought about it, the more it did feel like a dream. Like the new-old memory had made everything else feel less real. The Rachel that had broken her arm on the floor of that council flat was not the same Rachel that sat on a fuzzy green rug in Imogene's house today. Remembering that they were in fact the same people made every other aspect of reality do a funny little sideways tilt.
"Not a werewolf, more like... a were-spider - they weren't wings, on her back."
"A were-spider?" Cai shuddered in horror.
"I can engineer someone to run into her," Zoe said. "Someone from Peter's hospital. We can find out what she is."
"And if she's not anything," Rachel said bleakly. "Then I'm just a crazy."
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The more Rachel thought about it, the more it did feel like a dream. Like the new-old memory had made everything else feel less real. The Rachel that had broken her arm on the floor of that council flat was not the same Rachel that sat on a fuzzy green rug in Imogene's house today. Remembering that they were in fact the same people made every other aspect of reality do a funny little sideways tilt.
"Not a werewolf, more like... a were-spider - they weren't wings, on her back."
"A were-spider?" Cai shuddered in horror.
"I can engineer someone to run into her," Zoe said. "Someone from Peter's hospital. We can find out what she is."
"And if she's not anything," Rachel said bleakly. "Then I'm just a crazy."