[The Visitor looks back toward its host, who looks like he's trying his best to melt into the couch cushions. It steps toward him, then glances back at Pratt with something that might be a subtle nod. An acknowledgment of some kind. A sort of approval, perhaps.
And then it steps toward Michael again, into the air around him, as if through a doorway. It vanishes into faint wisps of shadow, which fade like smoke.
Michael remains still for a moment, then sits up suddenly, almost flinging his glasses off of his face. He holds his temple while the monster's memories come flooding back to him. Memories that are oddly... pleasant?
He glances up and there's Pratt, unharmed and unmurdered.]
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And then it steps toward Michael again, into the air around him, as if through a doorway. It vanishes into faint wisps of shadow, which fade like smoke.
Michael remains still for a moment, then sits up suddenly, almost flinging his glasses off of his face. He holds his temple while the monster's memories come flooding back to him. Memories that are oddly... pleasant?
He glances up and there's Pratt, unharmed and unmurdered.]
How long was it out?