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       It wasn't like her to yelp so suddenly. That much she knew. She was quiet, calm – a lonely dove sitting adrift on a lake under midnight's glow. Even with the sudden disturbance of a stranger's voice breaking her out of a blank gaze, she shouldn't have made such a disruption.

       Isn't that right?

       "Where am I?" she asked. A blonde was sitting on her right, and they were both on a bench in the middle of someplace so foreign from reality: rainbows collided violently on the walls and shelves, clothes ranging from all kinds of shapes and sizes stacked against each other like desperate uneven puzzle pieces, and objects defying possibility roamed around like just-born pets.

       The blonde, who was unlike any other blonde she had seen before, was looking at her as if she was the strange one. "Are you okay?" the blonde asked, sneaking her hands toward her own.

       "Who are you?" she said, taking her hands back.

       "What? It's me, Bubbles." She flinched as if she just insulted her.

       "Bubbles?" Who in their right mind would give that name to a child?

       "I think we should go back. This doesn't sound good," 'Bubbles' took her hand and gently hauled her from the bench. Instinctively, she drew her hand back and held it to her chest. The more her chest pulsed against its palm, the more she was sure the palm wasn't her own.

       "How did I get here?" She looked down at the hand, turning it over a few times. Whose hand is this?

       'Bubbles' stood there for a moment as her glittering pupils shrunk. "We need to get you back to Dexter-"

She reached to grab my hand but I slapped it away. "What are you?"

       'Bubbles' froze. Or did the world stand still? It didn't matter, the hellfire set ablaze in her skull didn't let me think.

       Let me think? Let her think?

       Who am I?