[The strange world around her fades away, and all Wanda can see is him. All she can feel is his hand on her cheek - warm, and solid. They just said goodbye, but then again they had said goodbye before.]
Vision [His name is a gasp, like she hasn't been breathing since he touched her. It's the kick start she needs to move again, lurching forward to lock her arms around him. If she'd had more of a start she likely would have knocked him over with the force of her embrace.]
Is this a dream? [Or another Westview? is unspoken, though she isn't sure which she'd prefer.]
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Vision [His name is a gasp, like she hasn't been breathing since he touched her. It's the kick start she needs to move again, lurching forward to lock her arms around him. If she'd had more of a start she likely would have knocked him over with the force of her embrace.]
Is this a dream? [Or another Westview? is unspoken, though she isn't sure which she'd prefer.]