'I don't know.' I say.
The hooded figure nods. She pulls her hood down. It's a girl my age, white as a sheet with dark golden hair falling perfectly straight past her shoulders. Her eyes are dark red and bold. Her accent is unusual, and I doubt that Polish was her first language. She says 'I didn't think you would.'
Just then, a red butterfly perches on her shoulder. It doesn't seem like a thing a normal butterfly would do.
'I suppose you don't know anything about how we got here?'
'I've asked Down, but she doesn't know.' She gestures the butterfly and I question her sanity. 'I'm sorry, my Polish isn't the best but I'm from the USA, you see? I assumed your language from Led.'
'But how did a butterfly speak to you?'
'In my head.' The girls smiles a little. 'Led spoke to me too. Look behind you.'
I almost don't want to turn around but to my relief there is a harmless little rabbit, munching on some kind of leaf found in strange countryside we are in. Until I hear in my head. Stay calm, Jaggy, I am your sharer.
What is a sharer?
We share a soul. We are connected though we can separate if we must.
Why are you such a posh rabbit?
Nothing makes sense anymore.
You got that right.
I turn back the the red eyed girl. 'Are you as confused as me?'
She nods her head silently. 'My name is Keena, what is yours?'
'That's a strange name. But I doubt we are even from the same universe.'
'That's not possible!'
Keena laughs a little. 'Where I'm from, it is.'