"What… was that?"
It was almost a thunder—a snap that echoed pierces through time and space itself. Well, perhaps not, but that is truly what Riley's slap sounded like. It was loud enough to resound and even whisper into the ears of a busy woman. Paige was several rooms away, and yet even she could not help but instinctively caress her cheek.
"...Must've been the wind."
And with a long and exasperated sigh, Paige once again delved into research. Little did she know, however, that someone truly was feeling the same way she was feeling; except perhaps a million times more painful.
Back in the dim hallway, there was a large crack on the floor, and at the very center of it was a dent in the shape of the left half of Silvie's face.
And with her weakened state, suffice it to say that her life was almost reset by Riley's herculean slap.
