“She needs to be taken to the officials, we need to question her! She may know exactly what we need; she might still be on their side-[1]”

“We do not know for sure. Tell me, does she seem like she knows lots about this place?” questioned the old man. I look around, trying to act normal...I mean, if I knew what normal was. Well, I mean, should I even try to act normal? They should, by now at least, know that I know nothing about normal. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now!

“Alright, what’s going on?! And don’t just tell me lies, I want to know what’s going on and where I am and what’s happening and...everything! Because, well, what do I know? Nothing! Please...” I looked down at my bare feet. I was so perturbed and confused and upset...I just don’t know what to do anymore, what to feel, how to handle things without having a dewdrop of knowledge of what’s going on.

The old man walked over to me and put a finger on my forehead. I opened my mouth, about to question how this was going to help me, but I slowly lost the feeling in my body, the world fading to a gray. It was slow, not like the visions I get on my own, but somehow...calming. A feeling of tranquility washed over me like warm water in a hot tub. As the world dimmed into a gray endless space, the old man joined the world I was in.

“Where...where are we? What...” I started to ask more questions, but decided they could wait until later...right? Wait...no they can’t!

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the sticky relaxed feeling, but it was as if it were cobwebs, sticking on to me like Velcro.

[1] My hearing isn’t that bad. I honestly thought he was on my side.

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