Find Us Down on Memory Street. [Closed]

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It felt great to not feel any muscle in her stomach anymore. Well on her way to being completely recovered (even if she sometimes felt the need to poke her scar), Sherry had scurried into the sensoriums, right out from under the noses of her otherwise occupied parents. Call it habit, but she found herself again in the Raccoon City part, dressed in a blue shirt, denim coveralls and a red jacket, watching the red-and-gold colored leaves sway in the breeze. Her pink and white sneakers bore grass stains, just like the knees of her coveralls.

No ducks, this time, but a blue kite lay on the ground beside her. She had thought about flying it, but when she realized that she didn’t have the foggiest idea how, gave up and decided to lie on the ground, instead. After thinking for a while about nothing, her thoughts turned to heavier subject matter: If she had really been Claire and Leon’s daughter, Sherry wondered and chewed her thumbnail, would she have known how to fly a kite? Maybe not, they didn’t seem like kite-flying people. It was hard to pretend when a lot of things were still new experiences. Was she acting right? Would they tell her if she was?

“Well, of course they would,” Sherry told no one in particular. “They like making sense.” Usually. She sighed and looked at the kite. It was hard to get used to, really, this business of them showing affection and wanting to see her. Sometimes, she wanted to tell them to stop, but couldn't bring herself to. Sherry wasn’t used to it, but she’d do her best. She was doing her best…

She wanted them to want her, after all.

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Sherry nodded emphatically. "I will!" And that she wasn't even going to pretend to not be serious about. Generally, if it was dangerous, Sherry wanted to test the fact herself (unless it the situation had hungry dead people in it. Then she was perfectly content to not test it). But if someone made her even her mother pause, then there was no reason to test the theory on how dangerous someone was.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Mom," she apologized. "I thought I was just being paranoid."

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"It's fine, sweetie." Claire smiled, reaching up to brush her hand back over Sherry's head and pull her forward a little so she could plant a kiss on the little girl's forehead. "But just for future reference, if you ever feel paranoid about anyone don't hesitate to talk to me or your dad about it, okay? You've got good instincts, you should trust them."

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Sherry nodded, and decided that must've been some common sense that she was missing (the idea of common sense was a lie, anyway. How was she supposed to know things she hadn't experienced yet?). She smiled a little bit. At least her mother thought she had good instincts. "Yes, Mom."

"I'll make sure I'm with the others more, too." If that Ada lady tried anything, Sherry was fairly sure that Roxie wouldn't let her get near, and if Roxie couldn't, then Yuri definitely would.

Or they could just throw Vega at her and run. See? So many options.

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"Sounds good," Claire smiled, straightening up again and patting Sherry's head once. She liked that Sherry had friends she felt she could trust to watch her, and Claire herself had seen enough to know Sherry's friends would do anything to keep her safe. They had a good group of kids on board, and Claire was glad for that.