The cage - their memories - there was still a void between the island and the Dusk, no matter how frantically he tried to remember. His head hurt. It was too much to process all at once. He brushed a hand across his nose to push up a pair of glasses that didn't exist. To push away a mess of hair that had already been neatly tied back with bows and braids. His fingers glanced against the petals of a small flower tucked behind one ear.
Lucky quickly attempted to sit up in a mess of fur and drab black fabric, wild-eyed. "We have to get out of here."
It hadn't quite sunk in yet why his voice sounded so different. To that pale imitation of himself, Mimsy's spider-filled cavern was like a second home. But any good feelings about this place had been overwritten with strange, dangerous, wrong the moment he returned to his human senses.
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