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The strings, they always find a way, and they will always work. it could be too late, or just in time/ by the time you are born, you are connected. when parted, the string dwindles and almost dissapears, but not entirely. its always there to pull two people fromtheir own lives and connect them.
A young woman walks down the hospital hall, reaching her hand down.
'Come on, harry' she says.
The little brunette connects their hands. As they walk past a maturnity ward, an invisible cloud forms. A string wafts from one cradle in the room, connecting with the toddlers free hand.
'Why, mama?'
The curly haired two year old looks up curiously as they move further away from the door. Already the string is taught.
'Hurry, come on, we've got to see your sister'
And for the first time, the string is tested.