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"A trans-dimensional tear that isn't completely random." She added, hands folded behind her back as she watched him examine her handiwork, rocking back and forth on her heels. "It's part what's connected to this world, part what I want." Her voice trailed and she looked away from him, knowing full well that her own wants were what got her in trouble a lot of the time. Even when she didn't realize the consequences. "Anyway, I'm glad you aren't afraid. Things get sort of," She smiled softly, blue eyes rolling up to the ceiling. "Strange around me."
Elizabeth returned her focus on the colored cube and inched closer, slowly reaching a hand out to touch a red square. "I've never met a puzzle I couldn't solve." She said, all young lady pride as if she had trophies and ribbons up in her tower that proclaimed as much. "Well, the pieces won't move, Mr. Blockhead. You've tried, I've tried. Brute strength is not an option." The portal behind her closed slowly, letting the music gently drift away along with the sickly sweet scents of a boardwalk carnival.
"Maybe your cube thinks it's set at the right combination." Elizabeth grabbed hold of one edge, frowning in thought with a tone like his puzzle head was truly a bird with a broken wing. Then, with the sound of electricity ripping apart at the seams, a tiny tear in dimensions appeared on one of his yellow colored blocks. She didn't bother with a may I? this time and simply reached into the trans-dimensional hole to pull out a new red block to replace the old yellow one. Finally, there were two reds side by side, except one of the reds was shimmering purple a little.
"Did that hurt?" She asked, tilting her head to look at him. "It's a little bit of a cheat, but you could argue that trans-dimensional portals, generally speaking, are cheating." Elizabeth's smile was wide, but she could feel a chill creep up her spine. She might find the solution, but at what cost?