Dream: Billy and Wanda
[Even in her dreams, she cannot escape her prison. The four outer walls remain transparent, with the only opaque side being the divider between her and her brother. He wasn't there now, there was no noise from the other side of the room and if she could see it into it, she would know it was empty.
The room around her was dark, no glow of electronics, no glow from the thing, not even the steady lights to indicate a monitor was on or the blinking lights of the mainframe. And unlike reality, on her side of the revealing prison there was no cot, no chair, empty of everything but its sole occupant. And much like reality she was sitting on the floor, clad in generic green hospital scrubs that fit a little too loosely around her frame. One arm was resting on her knee, three alphabet blocks made for children floating above her palm. Her pinkie and her thumb twitched, making them spin slowly as they hovered in the air as if they were being juggled by her fingers.]