[She keeps glancing between them, between Flynn and the tiny spitting image of him, recognizing that he seems to be agonizing over this but not entirely sure why--besides, of course, that it would be awful to be trapped here, away from one's child...
But then the man appears. There's a vague familiarity there, too, like he shares some of Flynn's features, but somehow fewer than the tiny boy...]
Huh? Flynn, he has the same name as you...
[It's as she's glancing to her friend again and seeing the look on her face that something finally clicks, though, and her hands fly to her mouth in surprise.]
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But then the man appears. There's a vague familiarity there, too, like he shares some of Flynn's features, but somehow fewer than the tiny boy...]
Huh? Flynn, he has the same name as you...
[It's as she's glancing to her friend again and seeing the look on her face that something finally clicks, though, and her hands fly to her mouth in surprise.]
Wait--you don't think...? Is he...actually you?