On the plus side, Sayid still manages to get the key! Hooray!
On the other hand, though, the room warps as his fingers brush up against the roll of paper, and he finds himself back in a memory of Tempest's world.
It's tamer than most memories you'd find the drawer, all things considered. But there's still a heavy sense of dread, of panic, of anger - Sayid will feel it too, his chest growing tight as Tempest does, the flair of anger that comes with Maias' mere presence.
When the memory ends, the piece of paper is smoking, burnt almost completely, as though something lit it on fire when Sayid was caught up in the memory.
And if he is to look around, well . . . a certain someone is missing]
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On the plus side, Sayid still manages to get the key! Hooray!
On the other hand, though, the room warps as his fingers brush up against the roll of paper, and he finds himself back in a memory of Tempest's world.
It's tamer than most memories you'd find the drawer, all things considered. But there's still a heavy sense of dread, of panic, of anger - Sayid will feel it too, his chest growing tight as Tempest does, the flair of anger that comes with Maias' mere presence.
When the memory ends, the piece of paper is smoking, burnt almost completely, as though something lit it on fire when Sayid was caught up in the memory.
And if he is to look around, well . . . a certain someone is missing]