[ as she vanishes, rafael's eyes fully open and he looks around as if in a daze, as the entire club fills again with the strains of music foreign to the driving beats of pulsing techno. and amid it all is the distant beautiful voice of a woman, that draws rafael towards the door, pushing it open as if he's not even fully aware of what he's doing. he moves directly for the dj's sound booth, also suspended up here on the walkways, not saying a word to any of the others. he's a man on a mission. ]
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