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Lest We Rest Upon Our Graves | C22

Ri’nela knew searching through Eywa for comfort was not often done to tend to a long-standing problem, not only for comfort but to try and find more of their people and ways of the Sarentu through Eywa had been her task and duty since their escape. She had little to build upon and yet, she had to build.

Even if the foundations were sand. Shifting sand which made it all the harder to build upon. Her constant had been her friends; the remaining few of her clan and working with the resistance. They only had each other which had been a good solid start. Like stone. But it crumbled into the sand as the churning waters of truth and grief struck through.

Nor was gone, abandoning them. Teylan had run off back to Mercer which only churned their waters up and then… Cortez. Cortez who had been there from the very beginning with a sledgehammer to force them from their foundations and away from their people and pretended like she had no part in it. Abandoning them for sixteen years in cold sleep. Not checking in. Not seeing the possibilities of life that the human woman wanted to leave behind.

An unfired bowl would leak sooner or later.

What a leak it was and it left Ri’nela struggling now to keep up with the flow. It was exhausting work. Even with Teylan back, she felt she couldn’t trust him. Not fully but she wanted to one day. She had hoped today, they’d finally get headway with the leak that Cortez had left behind. That the woman would stop running away from them and face the reality of her actions.

It was like a twist of cruel fate had decided not to allow them the chance.

Alma Cortez was dead.

Just… gone into nothing. Vanished into the forest. A human that would not be saved by Eywa to speak to after death either. Not one of the people. Never was.

Ri’nela hated how much it hurt now, not the personal loss that she pushed away from feeling but the hurt that Cortez didn’t tell them that she was dying. More secrets and now, they were left bleeding from them again. She didn’t want her heart to bleed for Cortez. Not after everything, not after the secrets. Not after dying without so much of a final goodbye. She shouldn’t have to grieve for her.

Yet she felt her body try despite her mind’s refusal.

“<Ri’nela.>” The familiar voice of Minang echoed before she felt the soft touch on her shoulder. She sighed deeply, stamping down her mild frustration at the interruption but she… was glad it wasn’t Kìoetey or Teylan. Kìoetey was... far too forgiving right now on the account of Cortez’s death that it angered her. Teylan was… not there in the way she needed him to be.

She could talk more freely to a Tsahìk

Ri’nela sat back, pulling her mind back and separating her connection to the Great Mother. Minang was crouched about three feet away, her expression soft but met her gaze.

“<I apologise for interrupting>” Minang started, “<So’lek mentioned you and the Sarentu will need spiritual and emotional guidance.>”

Ri’nela’s jaw flexed but… she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. So’lek did care about them but some things he knew not to touch. She was glad for that. “<It’s nothing too concerning. Things will pass.>” Ri’nela said, “<There is nothing that can be done.>”

Minang head tilted. “<Death is nothing to be passed by so easily. If you do not allow yourself to feel of its effects, the shadow will always follow you. Hampering your personal growth as a person and as a Tsahìk. A Tsahìk must listen to Eywa and Eywa attend to our spirits after death.>”

“<There is no spirit to go to Eywa. Cortez was a human.>” Ri’nela stated.

“<But you feel grief from her death.>” It was a statement, the way the Tsahìk spoke but it felt very decisive.

“<I shouldn’t have to. After everything…>”

“<Grief has its layers, tied to the complexities of life. Grieving her death is only one layer of the loss. I do not know the details but So’lek mentioned she had helped raise you in the Sky people cages, but also was there when you were first taken. Sixteen years, you knew a version of her. Someone you know and connected to because there was no one else. Everyone must form attachments to survive. I won’t assume if she became the mother figure for you or not, but that is sixteen years of trust and care that came to an end when the truth came to light. Grief and pain come from severed connections. I cannot imagine how betrayed you felt.>”

Ri’nela’s tailed swished along the short grass, her gaze coming to stare at a bobbing woodsprite but she felt a dull heat in her gut and a tightening in her throat. “<I can’t forgive her>”

“<You cannot forgive her for her part in the Sarentu’s loss or her not mentioning her condition before her death?>”

Ri’nela nodded. “<Kìoetey’s probably forgiven her quickly now that she’s dead. How she spoke after coming back…>”

“<Despite the appearance, I do not believe that is the case, Ri’nela but… I am not here to talk about how Kìoetey has chosen to handle her grief.>”

“<I… What if Cortez died not telling us to try and earn redemption? It’s an easier way to get it.>”

“<She looked for means to recover but her death was unexpected, Ri’nela. You know this.>” Minang spoke patiently, “<She died knowing she was unforgiven and sought nothing to gain with that news.>”

“<You can’t know that. She was scared of us, Minang.>”

Minang let out a tense breath. “<Your anger is valued… but I see right now that you’re holding onto it too close to your heart. I cannot tell you how you must move on because that is not my journey but… to be a good Tsahìk to your clan, you have to be careful of how you keep it.>”

Ri’nela swallowed uneasily. She knew she had responsibilities as a leader and… she knew Minang was right but…

“<I don’t know how to let it all go. We lost our whole clan because of her and Mercer.>”

“<That pathway of loss will take years to walk down and you cannot rush it. Grief is not forgiveness, allow yourself to understand that. Forgiveness is a different road and you all the time to walk it. Allow yourself to mourn your losses, the Sarentu, the AlmaCortez you knew and one day, the true AlmaCortez. Grieve for yourself before you grieve for her..>” Minang’s hand came and settled on her chest. “<You are strong to have endured all that you have. You can allow yourself to rest that strength. There is no weakness in that.>”

Ri’nela could feel the heat return to her eyes, her throat thick and her breath shook before she closed her eyes.

-

Kìoetey was hesitant to return to the office but… at the very least she felt the need to actually check in with the other Eastern Resistance members beyond the woman now that they had plans. Teylan said he was going to get his things together, as little as he had, in preparation to leave for the Zeswa’s clan but Kìoetey wasn’t ready to go straight off like he was. Not yet. The resistance still needed them.

Getting closer, she paused as she heard voices talking among each other in a very intense conversation.

“… look here. Those signals are rapid… she must have been in a lot of pain..”

“Briefly, not unexpectantly, but the pain responses here decreased as sporadic activity spiked once the seizure kicked in. If anything, a seizure was triggered very quickly after the rupture. There’s no signs of consciousness after the seizure wains off and the blood starts to increase the pressure inside the skull... most likely falling into a coma first.”

Kìoetey’s gut tenses as she realised they were talking about Alma. Her condition. She found herself just listening, not interrupting the scientists.

“With the build-up of blood, that could have forced the brainstem down against the skull.” The second voice continued, very matter-oh-factly. “Do you think it could have been the cause of death over internal haemorrhaging? I’m inclined to believe that, even without a body to check.”

There was a heavy sigh. “It’s possible but there’s a lot of factors, Max. Maybe Hydrocephalus following the haemorrhage? The scanner did show blood within the cerebral fluid before the rupture.”

“She had a sentinel bleed days before. Nalin confirmed that. Death occurred far too quickly for that to be too much of a factor.”

There was a soft hiss of a wince. “Ouch.” There was a pause. “She should never have left the base after that. She should have been put onto bed rest and medically observed.”

“We can’t change what’s happened, Norm. Nalin is still learning how to run the medical bay. She’d newer to the role and to the Resistance than Dr Bashir. Plus, I don’t think it was the bleed that killed her. Look, the bleed is bad and I don’t doubt the severity of the bleed but… I’m concerned about how quickly she deteriorated. She died within six minutes of the rupture. Nalin mentioned she suffered facial paralysis and slurred speech. I think that cardiac arrest followed once the damage to the brainstem was too extensive. There was no saving her.”

There was a long pause as Norm took a heavy breath.

“Think she would have survived the procedure?”

“Given her scans here… probably not. Nalin’s running blood samples she took before her death so we should have some bio-data to go off without a body. It was mentioned she was on some Na’vi herbal remedies that apparently did nothing. I’m not so sure.”

“You think it could be a factor?”

“I think it’s always good to explore all avenues. Na’vi herbs in the human body linger a lot longer since our bodies process them a lot slower. If it affected her blood, then it could have thinned it enough to spread faster.”

“Still, it’s fascinating to see the post-death activity before activity ceased. It almost looks like she was dreaming. I don’t think we’ve had scans this detailed before…”

Kìoetey felt a little uneasy, a twisting discomfort in her gut the more she heard before she decided to enter, knocking lightly at a panel to let them know before she entered the space to see the Dreamwalker of Norm and Max was seated behind the desk, the monitors live with different imagines of Alma’s brain scans in different stages, One scan showed a lot of dark mass at the lower half, she could hazard a guess what the dark represented.

“Ah, Kìoetey.” Max quickly tapped the screen, minimising the images and turning it into a simple interface. “You look unwell. Are you okay?”

Kìoetey swallowed thickly. “I’m… planning to spend some time away from the resistance with the Zeswa with Teylan. I wanted to check in first and get an idea of… what’ll happen now.”

Norm nodded. “Of course. You’ve… been through a lot in a short amount of time. I’m so sorry to hear about what happened about.. your people and Alma’s death.”

“Did Alma ever mention us to you?”

“No. She mentioned she was part of an RDA program in the West but never went into detail. I did ask a few times about it but she always avoided the topic. I see why but… doesn’t make it right.”

Kìoetey inhaled softly. “She always did like her secrets.” She knew the Eastern crew knew little if Anqa of all people knew less of TAP but.. it made her sad to think about it.

“I think… I know this sounds bad and I’m not defending her at all but if Jake knew what she had been a part of, he would have had her sent back to Earth with the rest of the Sky People. She knew that.” Norm spoke, looking apologetic as he said this. “I’m sorry.”

Kìoetey shook her head. “I get it.” She did, unfortunately. A lie to keep her on the planet she loved despite the moral and ethical debacle of the TAP program in her shadow. She knew she was in the wrong to lie about it, gloss over the details enough to not stir up more questions. It was still 16 years of lying to the resistance.

“So’lek brought back some of Alma’s things from the station. We’ve decided to put them into storage unless there’s anything there you want to keep. Also, we’ve found some messages she left recorded for you.”

Kìoetey’s eyebrow pulled in. “Messages? Did she know?”

The two looked at each other before Norm spoke.

“I warned her that her survival chances in medical weren’t good and… encouraged her to leave a last message in the event of her death in the procedure. She made six messages. One for each of you and Alex and So’lek and… for us.” Norm gestured to himself. “She knew the risks of the surgery but was willing to take it.”

Kìoetey’s eyes widened. Her heart twinging. Alma had given them a chance to say goodbye? “You?”

“Generic things in terms of the resistance, updates she didn’t write down, the reburial of her avatar, that sort of thing. It’s all here.” Max patted the monitor softly. “Do you want to watch it?”

Kìoetey nodded softly. “Can you save them for me? I will watch it later and… give the others theirs when they’re ready.”

“Sure, this thumb drive okay? Or do you want it on the tablet?”

“Thumb drive.” Kìoetey decided, recognising the drive that Nalin had used a lot in terms of Alma’s data. Her medical file had been copied off by now, so… why not keep it herself? See what the data she had saved on there fully. It wasn’t like anyone else was going to use it.

Once they were done, she let them put it into a sealable plastic bag and handed it over. The drive was tiny in her hands but it felt like it had weight. She slipped it into her side pouch with a nod.

“Thank you.” She said, “How long are you staying?”

“A week. We’ve got to refuel, and keep an eye on the RDA patrols for a few days to ensure our way back’s all good.” Norm said.

“Let me know when you’re reburying the avatar. I can… help.” She knew why they’d rebury it; a new grave meant a more respectful one. It wouldn’t undo the damage that Jason and all his morons had done but it was an easier solution with some sense of respect restored. Since she had no part in Alma’s true body and Ri’nela had dealt with the avatar’s body before; she wanted to try and be there for this version, no matter how unpleasant it would be given it was still in active decay. She could put a mask on. Problem solved.

“Are-are you sure?”

“I… yes.” Perhaps it may offer some closure, maybe not but there was only one way to find out.

“We’ll radio you if you’re away,” Max said, reaching for a pen to write a note down, a reminder. “Did you want to help find a spot to rebury her or…”

Kìoetey hesitated, a part of her wanted to nod and say yes but she was surprised by her own reluctance. “I… ask me another day.” She opted to answer with. Perhaps it was still raw news but it was a lot to ask of her. Reburying the avatar was far simpler than choosing a place to rest its bones. It carried significant weight. Perhaps she wasn’t ready to bear it just yet. She had a minimum of a week to decide.

-

Ri’nela looked more at ease when Kìoetey next saw her return back into the base as she tended to Amay’s harness with the new weight of her belongings out back. Minang wasn’t with her but she considered their Tsahìk had opted to return to the clan first to prepare for their stay. She had seen the Tsahìk’s Ikran descend.

“<How are you feeling?>” Kìoetey asked, touching Ri’nela’s arm.

Ri’nela let out a heavy breath. “<Lighter. Minang has… a lot of wisdom.>”

Kìoetey relaxed considerably. “<I’m glad to hear it. Did she tell you of her offer to us?>”

“<She’s offered to help teach me along with her Tsakarem. I can learn a lot from her. I want to learn. Use her wisdom for guidance for our own.>” Ri’nela said. “<I’m glad to hear Teylan will be joining us. I didn’t expect that.>”

“<He’s… seeing a new side to human friends he doesn’t like. He’s… still trying to process it all. Not just Alma’s death.>”

Ri’nela’s lips pursed. “<How is he?>”

“<Emotional. He needs time as well but being around the Zeswa may be what he needs. He’s aware of that so… that’s a good start for him>”

Ri’nela smiled softly. “<Indeed.>”

“I’m about to fly out to the plains myself. Did you need a lift or do you have other arrangements?”

“Anqa will drop me and Teylan off later today or tomorrow. I still have a few things I need to do.”

“I thought Teylan was leaving as soon as possible?” Kieotey remembered.

“I can talk him into leaving with me to make it easier on Anqa. You?”

“I will be yo-yo-ing back and forth from the resistance. There’s still a lot to do to help. Especially with the Dreamwalker’s pregnancy. They may need Anufi or Minang’s expertise to deliver.”

Ri’nela tisked, blinking in swift recollection. “I completely forgot about that.”

“I do wish to help with the child. Live between two bodies will not be easy to cater to a child in one.” She’d see of course if the parents would allow that but she had never seen a Dreamwalker baby (excluding the fetuses she had killed) so it was certainly going to be exciting to see a baby around. Kìoetey hoped that… maybe a clan would be more willing to accept a Dreamwalker’s child as an ally; to allow that child a future with the people regardless of its parentage.

“Perhaps not but we should keep a respectable distance. Dreamwalkers are not Na’vi.”

“They’re not Alma. Ri’nela. They know that.”

Ri’nela stared for a moment before she shook her head. “<Sorry. It’s… I’m angry still with her. Better than before but…”

“<I understand>” Kìoetey closed the distance, setting a hand on her shoulder.

“<Have you forgiven her? Cortez?>”

Kìoetey cocked her head. “<Why are you asking?>”

“<You’re acting like all her sins are forgiven and that you feel like we should throw ourselves down and weep…>” Ri’nela stated, her tail swishing as she gestured softly towards the direction of the avatar’s grave.

“<Most of my anger has passed but that doesn’t mean my passivity is forgiveness. That my attempts to care for her are forgiveness. I haven’t forgiven her, Ri’nela.>” Kìoetey sighed. “<And I’d never expect you or anyone to do that.>”

Ri’nela’s tense expression faded out softly. “<Will you ever reach that place to forgive her?>”

“<One day.>” She could feel it in her heart but not yet. “<I do wish she had survived. It… wouldn’t have been easy to be around her but… seeing her make that effort, to try and earn forgiveness… to see she genuinely wanted to change... That would have meant something.”

“<I… I cannot consider it. Not yet.>”

“Do not rush it.”

Ri’nela nodded, sucking in a deep breath but looked ready to move on to something else. “I need some food. Radio if you need anything.”

Kìoetey dropped her hand. “<I’ll let you know about the arrangements the Zeswa will provide.>”

Masterlist

[freshthoughts2020]

[rachelhargrovearchived]

character: Maximiliano Cortez @max-cortez

location: Rachel's house

It had been a week now since she'd started back to freelance and though she still had deadlines and plenty on her to-do list. It was nice not to feel beholden to everyone, at least for the moment considering once she was done with this first draft, she was sure to have various editors and publishers to answer to. She tried to still make a schedule for herself though, working on the deadline things before working on the book. She'd been at her desk for hours though and decided she needed a break so she was just about ready to make a little snack and watch something when she heard the doorbell.

She quickly went through the possibilities, not remembering any type of maintenance or house related things that she'd planned for today. Especially since she was dressed in cozy clothes. Rachel opened the front door to see Max. "Hey there! You doing alright?" She frowned a bit as she saw he'd come by car. "Still no bike, huh?" Her eyes scanned his face, wondering exactly what the man was doing here. She'd never forget the first time she'd seen him surprisingly on her doorstep. He'd brought flowers and Rachel had felt so giddy about it. There were plenty of times since he'd been at her doorstep. Each time he was more than welcomed inside. That was still true, but it did feel like something was wrong. "Do you want to come in?"

[malloryhuitson]

location: the jagged yard

status: closed for @max-cortez

It wasn’t often that Mallory had bad days. But, alas, she was only human and was just as subject to them as anyone else in town. A deal had gone back, a client threatened to walk, and some jurisdiction prevented something - honestly, she had blocked the legal jargon out of her mind when she began to see red in the corner of her vision. Not wanting to go home, and stand in her empty McMansion where her daughter was on the other side of the country, in the shell of a house that lacked any warmth or anything that could remotely distract her from this, she opted to go for a drink, pulling up at the first dive bar she saw. A few shots later, her spirits already up when she decided to hustle some of the regulars at Pool, a favorite pastime of hers. One of them had bought another round of tequila shots after losing a bet about Mallory making a trick shot, that she knocked back with a manic smile despite the burn in her throat. She had positioned herself at the table, ready for her next move, stopping only when she noticed Max enter the bar. It was different circumstances at the juice bar, where other social rules applied. But here, in the real bar, where she could feel the alcohol buzzing through her bloodstream and her tongue loose, it probably wasn’t optimal to speak to him. So instead, when they made brief eye contact, she merely nodded in acknowledgement, before lining up the cue, the shot that would have been powerful lacking in strength, the regulars whistling and mocking around her.  “Maybe I’m just making the playing field even, since you’re all so terrible. What’s the point of spending all day in a bar if you don’t use the time to make yourself good at something?” She snapped, though she knew her game was off due to his presence in the bar, glancing over at him one more time as she took a swig of someone’s beer, hoping he didn’t see her fumble.

[leilabarak]

closed starter for @max-cortez at chey's house

Across all of the various jobs she took and all the industries that she found herself building things for, few things were ever quite as satisfying as putting together a vehicle. Leila had all of her tools in the back of the truck she was driving that day, not sure how much or what of her tools she was going to need to get Max's bike fully revamped and ready to ride. Pulling up to the address she'd been given, Leila swerved into the drive and hopped out of her truck. waving when she saw Max already out there with the bike. "Hi! I brought kind of everything, just in case. Didn't know what we'd need, so I just...brought the whole shop," she grinned, the bed of the truck full to the brim with machinery and tools and everything in between that they may have a use for throughout the day.

[jsimmersims]

They grown now

[camxle]

status / closed @max-cortez

location / a touch of ink

Her talk with Rachel wasn't going to deter Cam from the friendship she had formed with Max. No lines had been crossed between them and she was fine with keeping it that way. Was there a pinch of disappointment in knowing he had history with Rachel? A little. She had developed an attraction to Max and pursuing that attraction just didn't feel okay anymore. To Cam, it felt like she would be betraying Rachel in some way, even if her friend swore she staked no claim over him.

After going back and forth for the last few weeks about the kind of tiger tattoo Cam wanted, Max had the final sketch ready for the club owner's approval. The tattoo parlor was nearing closing time when she strolled through the doors. "Hey, sorry I couldn't get here sooner. Some drunk frat brats caused a scene at Le Cirque that I had to take care of."

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

📜𝙰𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚒-𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙼𝚊𝚡 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚣

Ever since learning about Max moving in with Cheyenne, the Egyptologist has found herself beyond curious over everything that's gone on in the man's life since they last saw each other. She hadn't been expecting for them to be connected through another friend of hers—or through one of life's worst tragedies. Yet, it felt like proof that you never know what life would hand to you. Including moments like now, how Asli had stopped by Chey's place to see her friend for awhile. At first, she thought about surprising her by 'magically' appearing on her couch. Then, after hearing the sound of tires pulling up and checking to see that it was Max, a new idea came to her. Quietly as possible, she ran to the kitchen and hid in one of the lower cupboards. Waiting silently as she heard the heavy footprints enter the house. Once she was certain that he found his way to the kitchen and giving a moment, she quickly opened the cupboard and poke her head out with a cheerful, "Bonjour!" Smiling cutesy up at the man and waving.

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚡'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 ; 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟷𝚜𝚝, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 || @max-cortez

[phoebeyates-archive]

location: a touch of ink

status: closed for @max-cortez

“What about this one?” Phoebe tapped against the laminated page of the book of flash tattoos at some complicated line work of a bird, calling over at Max from where she had been lounged on the sofa in the waiting area for the better half of the morning. There were pro’s to being unemployed, and whilst they obviously didn’t outweigh the cons, not being in a rush to be places was a nice little treat these days. Phoebe had came to the tattoo studio to get herself an impulsive tattoo since she might as well get a new addition, wanting the little mirror ball on her shoulder to have some company. But unfortunately, she had no idea what to actually get, and decide to take advantage of the artist’s “why don’t you sit and flip through some books for ideas” over the time limit he was probably expecting, pointing out various designs in between other clients, and then ultimately changing her mind after discussing it for about five minutes. “Or is supposed to be a big one?” She glanced back down at the book, her new blonde hair draping over her face as she examined it. “Or do I want something more…badass?”

[katerinadelarosa]

closed starter for @max-cortez at kat's house

Life with Max in the house had become a pretty normal pattern. Even with Kat gone a large portion of the time, they had found themselves a routine and she loved it. There was something to be said for having people at home to have dinner with and hang around more regularly. Pulling the corned beef out from the crock pot, Kat put it on a platter along with sides of cabbage and potatoes, a perfect St. Patrick's day dinner. "I have absolutely no Irish in me, but I'm all in on a corned beef and cabbage," she hummed as she put it over on the table before taking a seat and kicking back. "You going out or doing anything for St. Patrick's this year?" Kat probably would, though she had no firm plans just yet.

[thatsorand-o]

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[pandorafallz]

Alma reflects on what she has done. What she had been a part of in TAP, what she had done to… get the school going. The truth had come out into the open and everyone knows of what she had been a part of. 'Good' Alma, the Avatar was dead. Killed. She was the 'other' Alma, that they despised. Where does she stand now in the Resistance when no one wants her around?

Chapter 22 snippet

“We can’t change what’s happened, Norm. Nalin is still learning how to run the medical bay. She’d newer to the role and to the Resistance than Dr Bashir. Plus, I don’t think it was the bleed that killed her. Look, the bleed is bad and I don’t doubt the severity of the bleed but… I’m concerned about how quickly she deteriorated. She died within six minutes of the rupture. Nalin mentioned she suffered facial paralysis and slurred speech. I think that cardiac arrest followed once the damage to the brainstem was too extensive. There was no saving her.”

There was a long pause as Norm took a heavy breath.

“Think she would have survived the procedure?”

“Given her scans here… probably not. Nalin’s running blood samples she took before her death so we should have some bio-data to go off without a body. It was mentioned she was on some Na’vi herbal remedies that apparently did nothing. I’m not so sure.”

“You think it could be a factor?”

“I think it’s always good to explore all avenues. Na’vi herbs in the human body linger a lot longer since our bodies process them a lot slower. If it affected her blood, then it could have thinned it enough to spread faster.”

“Still, it’s fascinating to see the post-death activity before activity ceased. It almost looks like she was dreaming. I don’t think we’ve had scans this detailed before…”

[freshthoughts2020]