[ Odile knows this isn't real. She was just outside the inn a second ago, the brand nowhere in sight. Perhaps it was foolish of her to look too long at the shadow of Stanley, or perhaps the scene- or lack of a scene- in front of her is harmless. She won't know until it's too late, now.
She can't help. She can't see the outside of the trunk, and even if she could she doesn't know if she could affect this dream-like space. So instead she watches, waiting to see how he acts. ]
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She can't help. She can't see the outside of the trunk, and even if she could she doesn't know if she could affect this dream-like space. So instead she watches, waiting to see how he acts. ]