An older girl who looks a bit too much like yourself is sobbing in front of her computer. From where you stand, you try to catch a glimpse of her screen.
You gasp a little. It's one of your favorite movies. What's more, it's the same Christmas special you remember watching moments before you woke up in the tallgrass.
Violet Wishes for a Very Merry Christmas. You watch it every year, and it always makes you smile.

"Why are you crying over Violet Wishes?"



The girl flinches, and glances at you in a heartbeat. Her mouth doesn't utter a single word, but her eyes say about a thousand. She stares at you, silently, for a solid minute or two, and she does this in a way that says: "I missed you."
You shut the door behind you, taking in the warmth of the bedroom.

"Can I watch it with you?"