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Task 4: The Heart of a Tribute

    "Ten bucks says you wouldn't volunteer."

"Haha, yeah! You going to let someone else get all the glory again just because you're scared? Come on, you do this every year!"

"True. Dude you're such a chicken, no one would miss you if you die anyway. Go make a name for yourself and change our minds!"

Andie wakes up with a gasp as she feels herself being shoved forward, but as her eyes snap open she realizes it'd only been part of her dream. The multiple voices echoing around her head slowly start to fade into silence one by one, and the last thing to fade is the snickering of the unknown people.

She stays frozen for a moment as she searches her mind for an clue as to who the people were, or where the dream came from, but she keeps drawing a blank every time. It's actually fairly infuriating, as deep down she has the feeling they're familiar and that she should know them, yet she just can't recall. Like trying to reach a glimmer of light at the bottom of a murky pond, she's aware it's there yet she can't seem to grasp it.

With a sigh, Andie finally gives up on trying to remember, and averts attention to her surroundings. She'd been too preoccupied to notice the strange feeling of floating in nothingness before, but now she's fully aware of it. The last bits of grogginess are startled out of her as she finally takes a good look around her. It's as if she's in space, her body suspended weightlessly in a beautiful violet galaxy. Some sourceless ripple in the water-like substance causes the escaped strands of hair from her two messy buns to float softly around her face.

Her eyes are wide as she looks around, and she finds that instead of stars in this awe-striking galaxy there's miscellaneous scraps of floating junk. All around her are random objects, varying from normal silverware and grandfather clocks to calculators with little legs attempting -and failing- to run through the cosmic junk yard.

She watches with a fascination as a cracked tea cup lazily floats past, and the object sparks an important question in her mind. Where even is she? As her eyes drift around the junk filled galaxy, she can't seem to find any clues to help jog her memory; her mind feels as jumbled as the rubbish floating around her.

Scowling, she scans the area around her once more with growing irritation. Her awe fades as her apprehension returns. She should be able to know how she got here, but no, there isn't anything to blow away the fog in her mind. Even with this distraction, her eyes keep snagging on a floating object different than the rest as she looks around. It catches her attention, and she focuses her gaze back on it, finding what looks like a life sized doll.

The more she looks at it the more she realizes that isn't the case, and she does a double take as she realizes it isn't a doll, but a person, an actual living, breathing person. Her eyes go as wide as saucers for a moment before her face lights up in a cheek splitting grin. Whoever they are, maybe they know where they are; know what's going on!

Instantly she kicks her way over and in a very unorthodox manner swims towards the person. She finds the closer she gets the clearer their features become, making it clear that they is actually a he. She sees that he seems to be sleeping, his raven hair floating around his head while his body is relaxed and drifting aimlessly like any other piece of junk in this galaxy.

The only clue that he's actually alive is the slow rising and falling of his chest with his breathing, peaceful and tranquil as his expression. It's a shame Andie has to ruin the peace, but when she lays a hand on his shoulder to wake him up, it's her who's startled when his eyes snap open instantly. His icy blue orbs dilate from the sudden light assaulting them, before he focuses his gaze on Andie.