A/N: An extremely short story of drabbles. My first Ghost Hunt fic, and also unbeta-ed. Consider this a 'What if' curiosity quencher.
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After Naru and Lin leaves, it feels like a stopper has been pulled. Images flash before her eyes daily, nightly, hourly. She will be in her class working on a Japanese inscription when suddenly she is in the middle of a park, paying reverence to a small, decrepit shrine. She will making dinner and then she is seventy and making dinner for her grandchildren and she knows them and their likes, but their names elude her because her mind can't pick up.
Mai is losing herself, she knows this.
It figures that it was Naru's presence that wakened her powers and his absence that loosed them. She forgets the date regularly, the days of the week and the hours of the day. She continually misses class because she can no longer keep track. The calendar she bought to help is covered with meaningless scrawls informing her of non-existent children's birthdays, of a funeral, of the appointment next week at a place that doesn't exist.
She steals a sharpie from school and writes in blocky letters on her hand, "MAI TANIYAMA, 17 YRS OLD."
It helps to anchor her, but after a while it washes off and she doesn't remember to rewrite it.
