The disorientation came and went very quickly. There was no time to waste in such a short life to spend it on being confused. Clarity gave you the ability to do productive and enjoyable things with your time, and time was everything. But, despite this, she had still lost so much time. Yes, so much time...

She had already sat up to view her surroundings....they seemed so fragile, as if they would break at any moment to reveal something else. The monster on the floor, the knowledge that the white clad man had imparted upon them...all of it seemed like it could and should be whisked away. But she didn't know how to make it happen.

People were passing a marker around the room. Some looked disoriented and uneasy, while others seemed to be trying to make the best of...whatever situation they were in. ' What situation we appear to be in, that is...it all just seems to fragile... Someone passed her the marker at that point, and she was quick to draw a large "8" on her shirtsleeve.

"Why did you write it like that, hun?" came a soft, low voice. She looked up from her sleeve and grinned, making her deep azure eyes shine. Those same azure eyes met the grey eyes of a woman with long, black hair.

"The roman numeral for eight looks just like seven. Can't have anyone mixing us up!" She said with another bright grin as she passed the marker onto the woman. A short strand of her wild, violet hair fell in her face as she did so. She moved it back into place by blowing on it.

' Fight for our lives against creepy monsters by using superpowers. Sound pretty fun,' she thought as she left the safety of the bed she had been sitting upon to welcome the coldness of the floor on her unclad feet.

It's not like she'd get hurt...no, this wasn't really real, now was it? And even if it was...wasn't reality really just anything you perceived it to be? "Then there's no reason to perceive it as this! I should just have some fun," she muttered.

And there was not a thought in her mind about who she was or where she came from. Nor was there a thought about just how real her situation was. She had her own world that was all her own. Besides, what heartless manner of being would correct her fantasy when the accepted version of reality sucked?