[The mental image hits him, and it hits him like a raging Gundark. Then her words slam into him, driving that vision home. They weren't just a bad dream, they were something that had been driven into Adele. For a moment, he could faintly feel the anguish of a young, dark haired girl, a psychic impression left by the nature of the shared mental picture]
Who? Who could do such a thing?
[Luke squeezes right back and moves closer, giving her a shoulder to lean on. She needs all the support she can get.]
[Action] June 13th, evening
Who? Who could do such a thing?
[Luke squeezes right back and moves closer, giving her a shoulder to lean on. She needs all the support she can get.]