[there's no crime scene, and Grell's place is the same as it always has been - neat, clean, lights on and the scent of a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen.]
I'm here, Liz.
[she's sitting curled up on the couch in the living area. nothing seems to be totally wrong - her phone and a mug are on the table, she's at least dressed in pajama pants - but she's quiet. standing up to come meet her halfway, what's changed will be obvious the moment Elizabeth looks in her eyes. where once they were an ordinary shade of green, now they've changed to a brilliant golden green, the iris seemingly doubled. a color and style that's decidedly not on the spectrum of something a child could be born with.]
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I'm here, Liz.
[she's sitting curled up on the couch in the living area. nothing seems to be totally wrong - her phone and a mug are on the table, she's at least dressed in pajama pants - but she's quiet. standing up to come meet her halfway, what's changed will be obvious the moment Elizabeth looks in her eyes. where once they were an ordinary shade of green, now they've changed to a brilliant golden green, the iris seemingly doubled. a color and style that's decidedly not on the spectrum of something a child could be born with.]
What's happening to us?
[the question is even softer.]