Blinking her eyes, the savior, looks around her where she lays on her
back, hair fanned out and tussled underneath her. A small groan is
emitted as she sits up. She doesn’t even remember having fallen asleep,
in fact, she doesn’t remember much of anything at all. And when she’s
finally sitting up, she realizes she’s not even sure where she is. Not a
single thing is discernible or familiar, all around her is a hazy darkness.
She can see well enough, but all around her is black.
Standing, she runs her hand through her hair, taking in her surroundings.
As she does, things start to become more clear, come more into focus,
shapes forming around her and she looks to be in her apartment. Though
the darkness remains, it’s not quite the sunny looking apartment ( thank
Mary Margaret’s decorative skills for that ) she remembers, but the furniture,
the layout, it’s all the same. It all just looks darker.
And it’s silent too. No one else appears to be there and unable to remember
what she was doing before she awoke, she hasn’t a clue where everyone else
is. Not Henry, not her parents, no one. Though even the silence feels different
to her, darker somehow than it should be.
Slowly, she walks around the apartment, peeking into each of the rooms, not
seeing or hearing a soul. She’s on high alert even though she can’t quite explain
why, but she feels the need. Something isn’t right. She can’t put her finger on it,
but something, something is....OFF. Coming into the kitchen area, she turns her
head listening for any sounds before she calls out into the open.
‘ Hello......anyone...? ’
