[open] The bodies must be switched

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It takes S-4 a while to realize he's actually seeing. Maybe it was only a few seconds. Time is so confusing now. It usually goes at one pace, but he would insist it slowed down before he returned to that place, and then when he fought and yelled, it seemed to stop...

He covers his face with one hand, tries to muffle a soft sigh. He doesn't want to think about that again. About how upset Serif was, about Tauriel on her knees, reaching out to the two of them. About how the panicked movements of the scientists slowed like a toy when you hadn't winded it up enough, until they all stopped in place. Or had he stopped in place?

Eventually, he decides that no matter how long he's been sitting here, staring at the ceiling, he has to do more than just that. He sits up, starts to look around. He's sitting in the library. There are a few books from the shelves strewn beside him, but otherwise, he can't see anything out of place.

He looks down at his hands. Those, too, show nothing out of the ordinary. He flexes his fingerbones a few times, turns them over, but there's nothing wrong. Not a single crack...

He looks back up, searches again for something. When he can't find it, he finally raises his voice again.

"Brother? Naneth?"

Please tell him they weren't still there...