InsaneJournal

WHO: Mitchell and Annie
WHAT: Being human. Yes, I am that witty.
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WHERE: Out and about, probably eating food.
STATUS: Incomplete
RATING: PG



Annie was alive. She was alive again. Her heart was beating, there was air in her lungs. She could touch things. She could taste things and move things and talk to people. The downside? No teleporting from place to place, but actually she missed walking. She missed that burn in her legs, the way her feet hurt. She missed being out of breath, and being cold and warm and everything that had come with being alive. It was exhilarating. She had run around, and knocked on everyone's door and announced that she was alive up and down the halls. Then there had been tea, glorious tea!

Not only was Annie alive, but Mitchell was too. Just as alive as she was. It was nice. More than nice, and she was glad that they were experiencing this stuff together. However this afternoon, Annie really wanted to go out to eat. She wanted to taste as much as she could while she could. Since she couldn't just pop into Mitchell's room, she knocked on the door as loud as she could.

"Mitchell! Come on! No time for sleeping, it's time for eating! I really want.. pasta. Lots of pasta."