Corby sat scrunched up in the dark of her author's brain, crying. "I want to go back, it's been months." she sobbed.
We'll you're staying right here, in Re-writing the past. You can't jump to two stories Corby, I want to take care of you. Her author replied.
"Leigh and Geoff can. And they're in The Hideout and Re-writing the past." Corby wiped at her tears.
Stop moaning. You'll be fine. You're only staying here for a tiny while longer.
"How long exactly is that?" she moaned. Her author paused.
...two years. Corby gasped.
"No. No! Get me out of here NOW! You're like a Hummingbird! Buzzing and buzzing at me constantly. Having me jump from place to place! Well, I won't have it! I want to go back! I want to see my friends again!"
Please Corby, just stay here a little longer. There's no way out. Her author soothed her. Corby paused while her author wrote.
"There could at least be a light in here, or maybe a bed or food, so I can keep living properly. I have to be living for you to use me." Corby smiled evilly, this would be fun.
Fine. I'll make you a bedroom with a bathroom and kitchen. She groaned, imagining a cute small bedroom with a small pink bed and a toilet and white kitchen. Suddenly Corby popped out of the bed and landed back down on it, standing up and looking at the bedroom.
"Eh, this could do. But I want to have weekly calls to the hideout! On a real telephone!"