Sherry stepped out from the mist. She was tired, sad, happy, angry, and just plain numb. Between everything, today had turned into some kind of joke. Yes she couldn't laugh for fear of waking the dead.

The room she found herself in was full of treasure. Ancient items that the undead and their scarabs had protected for who knew how long. I made it.

Sherry shivered. There it was again. The feeling of being watched. Similar to the one she'd felt before, when she stood in front of Gods and ran across the floor as a minipet. She turned in a circle, but she was alone. Completely alone. She did not bother to hide her disappointment.

Armagnac's tone was still soothing.

You know what I mean. I hope he's alright.



Why do you hate him? Sherry had asked the question before, but she had a feeling this time might be different. She might actuall---

Oh, son of a-- What was that noise? Oh, heavens. The wall was moving. Death, decay, rotting bodies, and now moving walls. Sherry was not going to sleep for weeks. Weeks and weeks. Her stomach seemed to flip in her belly, her heart ached and her head swam. She smelled death, felt death, remembered her own death. And on top of all that, she remembered that she'd kissed Jake...and he'd not kissed her back. He'd walked away. Her heart ached and her mind's eye saw walls illuminated in a light blue light.

She felt like throwing up.

Sherry glanced around the room, looking at the items before her. It was possible some where artifacts. It was possible they were useful or worth money or something. She couldn't even focus enough to attempt to grab anything. No. She was ready to go home now.

She reached for her pendant. Bloody pendants and bloody moving walls.

((Not taking an item))