Avalynn and I were still hopelessly lost in the maze of hallways. The footsteps were just a distant echo, but they were still there nonetheless. After maybe a half an hour, we found the doors we entered from. Now, for the most part, I had my bearings. At least to find the painting with the shortbread and a mysterious man behind it.

"Don't hesitate this time," Avalynn instructed. I nodded, and opened the painting when we reached it.

"Ah, I see you've found your way back Jeri," the man greeted cheerfully.

"Uhh... Yeah, we did," I replied, still unsure, but figuring that seeing as I'm dead, not much worse could happen to me.

I climbed into the little shaft that opened up. It was more of a chute though, leading downward. I felt like dirty laundry being sent down to the basement to to be washed.

I could feel Avalynn's boots pressed against my back as she followed me down. I grunted as her heal slipped and caught me in the back of the head.

"Sorry," she murmured, though I doubt she meant it.

The ride down only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Not that I would know what that feels like...

When I landed on a plush pillow with a dainty thud, I was shocked by my surroundings. Avalynn landed just a moment later, colliding with my back.

"Sorry," I murmured, though I didn't mean it much...

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.,.Amelia.,.

updated Jul 5 '10 by Neptunes-Allibi