Just a spark that refuses to snuff entirely out.

[rockindisjoint]

[>You exit the hospital phone booth.]

A pale, thin framed girl had stepped out from an old, paint-scratched, Doctor Who Tardis action figure. Her pastel hair was tied loosely into a ponytail that tumbled over her right shoulder in loose, uncombed curls. All she wore was a hospital night gown and a pair of slippers that brushed silently against the worn, wooden floor. She looked around, turning her head slowly from side to side. All around her were toy block pillars with strange markings. Colorful bubbles seem to be slowly drifting by from some mystery source.

[>You realize that this is neither the hospital nor the velvet room. It’s very strange here. You wonder if you’re even awake.]

She takes a few experimental steps forward before stopping to retrieve her cellphone from the pocket in her gown-a off-white, simplistic thing with a blue butterfly charm dangling from it.

[>Feeling anxious by the foreign surroundings, you ready your cellphone for defense.]