Some Reality Web

We're probably lucky no one reverted to the under two range. Imagine coming back to normal and having to remember someone wiping your ass for you.

What the fuck is going on?

If you find yourself too injured to participate fully in the activities that this new location seems to inspire, I could heal you.

My apologies that I haven't proffered it sooner than now. I've been a little preoccupied.

That was utterly pointless.

[backdated to yesterday after her arrival]

You know, you never really appreciate warm dry clothes until you've taken an unexpected dunk in a river.

Anyway. Name's Tea. I'm new here.

[Jo]
It's Saturday night.

Put on your dancing shoes.

We're going out.

This place is seriously messed up.

Wait, what? How? How did I end up here all of a sudden? Is this some weird dream? It must be. But it feels so real.

Think, think Claire. A dream. Trauma causes weird things.

This is fine. I just don't have enough sleep. I mean how could I have had more? We almost died.

I'm not insane.

Shane? Eve?


...Michael? Please? Don't be dead.

This isn't real. It isn't logical.