H... How long had she been asleep? Wait, she was asleep? No, no, she couldn't have been-- she was Sailor Rosalind, who had been abducted by the Negaverse to a land of Fairytales and magic.

... Okay, maybe she had been asleep. It didn't seem like such an implausible thought at the moment, but everything was just so vivid. All of her senses were being put to use unlike any dream she had previously experienced. Elegancia remembered everything-- Scheelite, Selenite, Azzo Crowley, the treeman... But it all wasn't real. It was all Wizard of Oz, or something.

At any rate, Elegancia was laying down in a rather sterile-white bed with generic sheets and dim lights filtering down on her. What was the fabric made out of, anyways?! It was cheap, and Elegancia was not a cheap girl. She opened her mouth to complain, but her voice only cracked in response. Apparently, she had been asleep for awhile. Nothing on her body responded to her brain's command-- her legs wouldn't get her out of bed, her arms wouldn't push her up-- the only thing that would, however, was her face. She could move her lips and look to and fro, but that was about it.

She could, though, hear fabulously, as a voice that was familiar could be heard outside of the room.

It was Father's.

"No, I don't give a f-- what?? No, no, that's not what I said. Look, look... No!! Are your ears..."

The voice trailed off as he (she assumed, atleast) walked down the hallway and away from the room. Everything felt so surreal-- it felt as if she were in a dream within a dream. Elegancia felt a huge sense of disappointment as she, with every second, become more awake and awake. It was always the same song and dance with her father. Business, business, women, business, and then maybe, on a good day, Elegancia.

If she (assuming, again) had been asleep for so long, why was he not in the room with her, doting on her every need, hovering over her obsessively? Was work that important? And on that note, was she important at all? There was no one else in the room, except for the bed across from her own: a young, plain-featured girl was asleep just as she once was.

Elegancia felt as if they were best friends with everything in common at that moment, as neither of them had any one waiting on them, crying over them, hoping they would wake up. Although, in reality, Elegancia would not have minded a little more privacy-- just think, if she had been conscious, that girl might have snored.

As Elegancia's muscles slowly came out of catharsis, she felt tears gathering in her eyes. She choked them back, though, because she was a big girl, just as her father had told her.

But you know what? Father wasn't here, and Elegancia let a tear streak down her pristine, flawless cheek.