“You know what they said, about the shop dummies, all the people that died? They said it was terrorists in masks, that they’d released this gas that made people hallucinate. They said it over and over and everybody wanted to believe it, so they did. When the police questioned me ‘cos they thought I’d killed Rose they kept talking about the gas, saying maybe I’d gone mental and murdered her and if I confessed I’d probably get off with manslaughter. And it got so I started to think, what if none of it was real? What if everybody was right and I’d killed her and just made you up so I didn’t have to remember?”
My God...it's such a hilarious fic and then there's that bit smack in the middle of it. That's a terrific and slightly scary idea, and wonderful. The whole fic was wonderful- I think it's destined to become one of my favourites. :D
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on 2006-04-20 03:26 pm (UTC)My God...it's such a hilarious fic and then there's that bit smack in the middle of it. That's a terrific and slightly scary idea, and wonderful. The whole fic was wonderful- I think it's destined to become one of my favourites. :D