Walter Schmidt moved away slightly from her lips, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Emily, your speech..."
Emily Stone stayed motionless, then after a long time she furrowed her brows and spoke hoarsely, "Where... am I?"
Her voice was almost too soft to hear, hoarse to the point of being heart-wrenchingly painful.
"Emily?" Walter Schmidt's handsome face turned even colder as he saw her reaction, a bad premonition rising from the depths of his heart, "...Emily, do you... not recognize me?"
His voice was uncontrollably shaking, his hand gripping her waist tightened, and he held his breath.
Emily Stone stared at him, her face devoid of any expression, her alien gaze causing the man's heart to sink inch by inch to the bottom of the abyss.
"Emily Stone!?" Walter Schmidt's eyes reddened, hugging her even tighter, so tight that the woman instantly struggled to breathe.
