There, on the cold floor, Kirsti stayed knelt down. It was as if she was there for a month. Watching the floor lifelessy, still as a lampost. Her thoughts did laps around her mind. What had just happened?
While trying to put herself together, things got worse as she remembered her job, her responsibility. The thing she should have actually cared about, Don.
Pacing around, searching and searching but to no avail. As far as Kirsti could see there was no sign of life, as if some monster had passed by. She was just about to go back to where she was but she something undoubtledy magical.
A portal, a swirl floating in the sky. Unclear as it masked true uncertainty. It hummed lightly like a hoover and it was if it had teleported her to another place because her thoughts were off Don and on the celestial wonder before her. She could not help but get closer.
With each step its pull was greater and it got too strong to a point where it yanked Kirsti in. She was hurled onto rocky ground. Examining her surroundings, she was amazed at the otherworldly environment.
Strangely enough, it did seem similar to where she was before just a lot darker and colourful. The sky was a mess of all sorts of neon colours and the ground was more like the surface of the Moon than anything she had seen. Not even Elderia's tourist spots could compare.
Kirsti could feel it now. Don's prescence and something much stronger, near but way above. Also, the feint prescence of another person. Close to fading forever.
Maybe if they were helped their chances could be better.
Feeling lost, bored with it all or like a failure? Everyone's the hero of their own story and when heroes think like that, we all know who visits them. Is that how things are going to work with our resident failure, Don Rose? I mean heck, has anything worked in his adult life?
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