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When you're strange, faces come out of the rain. When you're strange, no one remembers your name.
— People Are Strange, The Doors
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━━━━━━ March 26, 2019
IN A FLASH of blue, Klaus and Quanah collapsed in the middle of the alley they had disappeared from just hours before. Their appearances had changed drastically, indicating the longer stretch of their time apart from 2019 than one might initially think. They both wore army green uniforms, Quanah's intact while the sleeves from Klaus' had long been torn off. His hands were coated in fresh blood while Quanah's was splattered in it. The culmination of a thousand men dying in a bitter war. Their limbs were tired, bone weary, as they soaked in the startling silence of the city.
⠀⠀⠀They sat back to back for a few minutes before Klaus hunched over and cried. Quanah stared into the middle distance, reminding herself: 'Tears are for sleeping.' If she broke down now, she would never move from her spot. And with Klaus broken down after what happened just an hour ago. She needed to be strong for both of them.
⠀⠀⠀Her eyes closed as she could feel pinpricks of tears, and she took in a deep breath. The air was different, cleaner, brighter, overwhelming. This world was so different. She opened her eyes to stare at the brick, brightened by the overhanging sun. It was cooler, too. No more damning heat stealing the last of her energy for itself.
