The waking world was as dull as the dreaming one, which is what informed her that she was no longer in her home.

The smell and taste of mildew and dust informed her that she was going to need a doctor’s appointment after this to make sure she didn’t come down with something.

The feeling of rope faded away with the heat that came from her sizzling hands, adding the smell of burning to the empty space.

And as she stood, she could hear the sound of shouting ringing in her ears.

It was a shame they took her on one of her off days, if they had taken her yesterday they might have lived.