[ Oh, that's right there are. Other people here, aren't there, other...people who exist, outside of her and these photos and the memories they represent that couldn't have possibly happened. Alex dimly nods but at the same time refuses to let go of the one she's holding. The hand that's trying to gather up the other photos, it drifts to the face of the boy in that picture, shaking. Michael... ]
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This- this is impossible.