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[/row][/table][color=bc8dbf]"Huh?"[/color] Mary called back, confused. [i]Whaddaya mean whaddaya mean!?[/i] It was like she didn't even see her own hair!! [color=bc8dbf]"It's pink!! That's what's about it!!"[/color]

The little girl huffed, clenching her fists as her cheeks puffed out in frustration. [color=bc8dbf]"People can't [i]haaave[/i] pink hair! It's not allowed! 'Cause..."[/color] She blinked, her hands hanging limp. [color=bc8dbf]"...'Cause...umm..."[/color]

She didn't remember.

She didn't know why she was so afraid and concerned. Something told her that this was important, that this girl was in danger, but the meaning of it, the memory behind it, escaped her, like trying to capture a wisp of smoke. [color=bc8dbf]"...Don't...don't people...hit you when your hair is pink?"[/color] She asked, more quietly, despite the distance between the two of them. [color=bc8dbf]"I thought...I thought there was a reason. That, when you have pink hair...people get mad at you, and...it's dangerous...right...?"[/color]

The woman...seemed safe. No one around her was trying to hurt her. The little girl didn't understand how that could be, with her hair as prominently displayed as it was. Ultimately, Mary was concerned with whether or not she'd be okay — as though maybe she'd maybe accidentally had pink hair that day and hadn't noticed — but everything seemed...utterly...fine. In a way that was very, very [i]disturbing[/i] to her.

The world and her mind didn't match up.

[color=bc8dbf]"...I...ummm..."[/color] She nervously swayed side to side, turning her head towards nothing in particular. [color=bc8dbf]"...I guess I got it mixed up...is it a different color...?"[/color]