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"You don't know either?" Jordan asked.

This place is weird, the other voice said, subdued. There's no junk anywhere. Where's my hoard?

"What?" Jordan asked, increasingly confused. "Hoard? Sister? I don't have a sister," he said, deciding to address the marginally less confusing question. "I have cousins, but I don't think they're here?"

[Dorms]

Fading wisps of a dream were hard to cling to, no matter how much one tried. Little bits and fragments that just slipped away, even though Sherry had tried to cling to them so she could sort them out later. Oh well. Maybe it would return to her later? For now it was probably time to get up and start the day.

Except this wasn't her room. Sherry froze, very aware that something was wrong. This wasn't her bed, these weren't her clothes... Panic began to set it and Sherry rolled out of bed and onto the floor.

It seemed she was alone. The room, no the apartment, was empty. A whole apartment, all quiet. Whoever had brought her here had left her alone. That...that was a good thing, right? But where was here? Why wasn't she home?

'People money for kids like you,' her mother had said. And Sherry knew. Her mother had finally given up, given in, and just straight up sold her. Tears started to fall as Sherry started to sob, trying to figure out just what she'd done wrong this time. She wasn't even being a burden, she'd been trying to be good. She cried for a good five minutes before someone couldn't take it anymore.

The voice was annoyed, angry, and far too close.

"What?" Sherry jumped and looked around. Still alone.

So angry.

"I'm sorry?" Sherry didn't understand. "Where are you? Who are you?"

Sherry could feel confusion and rage behind the voice. Feel it.

"But," another sob. She didn't want whoever this was mad at her. She couldn't handle that right now.



Sherry nodded, because that made sense. "Okay, but I..." She wasn't going outside in pajamas.



I'm crazy, Sherry told herself. Maybe that's why I'm here.



...

When Sherry finally did leave the room, because there was no better option really, she was wearing clothes that sort of almost fit, and her eyes were very red. She was still trying not to cry.

She made way for the nearest exit.

Dorms - 14yr Melvin

"Hoard? I don't have that. No the girl who keeps talking." He said.

That's me. I don't know where I am. I can't find my body. I'm just here.

"You're here?" And he looked around, moving a little closer to the other kid as he stared up at the ceiling and around the room. "I keep hearing her."

And his frown deepened as he started to go pale. If he could hear her, and she was so clear, then maybe .....maybe it was ghosts?

I'm not a ghost. I'm a monster.

"A monster?"

There was a pause as if thinking about something.

"I think I'm inside you. ......I think I'm eating you." She said with some uncertainty.

"WHAT?!" He screamed, voice cracking in a sharp pitch as he grabbed his over sized shirt and lifting it up to see if he could see anything.

Dormitories - 14yr Peyton

For a certain petite Sun, things weren't all that different on a physical level when she woke up that morning. An inch or two shorter, maybe, but she was still thin, still small. Her hair, now devoid of it's usual pink, reached just beneath her shoulders. Even the clothing she'd worn to bed the night before were similar in style to what her younger self would have worn to bed.

So, when the dream had left her, and she'd started to wake that morning, things weren't immediately obvious. However, the remaining drowsiness left in a bit of a rush when she realized the warm body she was spooned up again wasn't equally as small, and was not female. Jerking awake, the teen sat up abruptly to stare down at the gangling, blonde boy that lay sleeping beside her. "Wh...who...?" She was backing awya from him, kicking the sheets off as she went, until she reached the edge of the bed and fell right off the side of it. Yelping in shock, before landing in an undignified heap of skinny limbs and blankets on the floor beside it.

<Ha, clumsy.>

There was laughing, and Peyton hastily scrambled out from the tangle of blankets, siting up on her knees to glare at the boy on the bed. Who wasn't the source of the laughter.

It made her frown, head turning as she looked around, but there didn't appear to be anyone else there. "Who's laughing?"

<I'm laughing, duh.>

"Yeah but, who are you?" There was a puzzled pause, Peyton still looking around her as if she expected the source of the voice to pop up out o nowhere. "And where are you?"

<I'm Warrick, and I'm...well. I'm, uh.> The voice wasn't amused anymore, more confused. <I don't know.>

Well that made two of them.

Maybe the boy new what was going on.

"What girl? There's some other guy talking, but I don't see where he -" Jordan paused as the other kid spoke to the girl he seemed to be hearing, then screeched and pulled his shirt up.

"What the heck?"

Um, I'm here. Where are you? I'm ... am I inside you? I can't move, said the other voice, sounding alarmed.

"What are you? Where, you can't be," Jordan said, and proceeded to check the other doors in the room. There was nobody in the bathroom and he didn't see anyone in the hallway, and he couldn't deny that he could kind of feel someone thinking, which was truly, truly weird. "Who are you?"

I'm Ferros. I'm a dragon, the voice said.

[Dungeon Dorms] 14yr old Kimberly

Kimberly was used to waking up in weird places. One day to the next she could be in any foster home, but this was the first time the foster home had blood stains and manacles on the walls.

Her eyes widened as she peered around the room. This was not normal, nope not in any way. She gave a bit of a whimper and pulled her headphones over her ears turning up the music as much as she could.

Not real.. not real.. where am I? What hell is this?

She looked almost as she did before becoming young, at age 14 the main difference was that she did not have any tattoos and seemed, almost scared.

Slamming the door of her room open she spilled into the hall humming loudly to her music.

DEATH OFFICE

"Barricade first, assigning blame second," Lucky huffed as he stepped back from the desk he'd lodged in front of the death office door. He looked like he'd barely slept - and it was true. He'd spent what little sleep he had being endlessly pursued by a familiar enemy.

"I'm not going out there again, Gale. This is worse than the time everyone became zombies. They're all teenagers." He sat down heavily on the desk and put his head in his hands. "I hate teenagers."

A pause. "Uh, no offense, Gale."

DEATH OFFICE

Rep had ended up at the Death Office himself somehow or other. He'd been hoping that there'd be help to be found, but it didn't seem like help really lived here any longer.

He wasn't being much help (not that he was usually much help to begin with) and seemed to have lapsed into a level of despondency even Oz would have been proud of.

He'd been sitting looking out of the window for five minutes, watching the empty training grounds deep in thought. The barricade seemed appropriate.