rewind turns -- not very quickly, as though he's afraid to see no familiar face, to find he'd only imagined it. but it's chromedome, all right -- chromedome, alive and whole and healthy, calling his name. for a moment, he can't believe it. rewind had thought he'd wound up here because he'd ceased to exist in his own universe -- is this, then, where chromedome had gone, too? but chromedome's dead... the last time rewind had seen him, he'd been limp and bent, his visor cracked, pierced with his own needles. rewind shivers at the involuntary memory. ]
-- Chromedome?
[ his visor flickers; he's almost too stunned to react beyond that, caught between the uncertain mystery of this place and his own all-too-recent memories. ]
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rewind turns -- not very quickly, as though he's afraid to see no familiar face, to find he'd only imagined it. but it's chromedome, all right -- chromedome, alive and whole and healthy, calling his name. for a moment, he can't believe it. rewind had thought he'd wound up here because he'd ceased to exist in his own universe -- is this, then, where chromedome had gone, too? but chromedome's dead... the last time rewind had seen him, he'd been limp and bent, his visor cracked, pierced with his own needles. rewind shivers at the involuntary memory. ]
-- Chromedome?
[ his visor flickers; he's almost too stunned to react beyond that, caught between the uncertain mystery of this place and his own all-too-recent memories. ]