✓00: Dream
Everything was dark. Not pitch-black, but close enough. When she lifted her arms, she could barely see her hands.
Why am I here? Who brought me here?
The only answer came in the form of a streak of lightning outside, revealing a large window across from her. It was only then that she realized that she could hear the sound of rain, pounding on the ceiling and drowning out the sound of her voice when she called for help. It flashed again, and for just a moment she saw a small card table with a microscope set on top of it.
Carefully, she moved over to it and fumbled for it, not sure what it would show her, but why not? There was nothing else here. Her jaw dropped open when instead of cell samples, she saw a woman with long brown hair, dressed in some kind of formal suit. But that's not how microscopes work!
And the image was blurry-she couldn't see the woman's face. She pulled back to rub her eyes, but when she looked again, it was a man in a blue suit. Again-but she couldn't see as much this time; there was just the smear of orange, a clapping sound, and a loud laugh.
It didn't sound funny at all.
She whirled around when she heard a loud crash, and somehow it was light enough for her to see the remains of a ceramic jar on the ground. "Who's there?" she called, but all she heard was the rain.
She could barely make out what looked like blood on the jar. A crime had been committed! She kneeled down and reached out to touch it, but instead of shattered pieces, her fingers rested on a book, its cover declaring it Scientific Investigation. Feeling almost hypnotized, she opened it; tucked under the cover was a photograph. But before she could get a good look at it, everything around her faded to black once more.
Why am I here? Who brought me here?
The only answer came in the form of a streak of lightning outside, revealing a large window across from her. It was only then that she realized that she could hear the sound of rain, pounding on the ceiling and drowning out the sound of her voice when she called for help. It flashed again, and for just a moment she saw a small card table with a microscope set on top of it.
Carefully, she moved over to it and fumbled for it, not sure what it would show her, but why not? There was nothing else here. Her jaw dropped open when instead of cell samples, she saw a woman with long brown hair, dressed in some kind of formal suit. But that's not how microscopes work!
And the image was blurry-she couldn't see the woman's face. She pulled back to rub her eyes, but when she looked again, it was a man in a blue suit. Again-but she couldn't see as much this time; there was just the smear of orange, a clapping sound, and a loud laugh.
It didn't sound funny at all.
She whirled around when she heard a loud crash, and somehow it was light enough for her to see the remains of a ceramic jar on the ground. "Who's there?" she called, but all she heard was the rain.
She could barely make out what looked like blood on the jar. A crime had been committed! She kneeled down and reached out to touch it, but instead of shattered pieces, her fingers rested on a book, its cover declaring it Scientific Investigation. Feeling almost hypnotized, she opened it; tucked under the cover was a photograph. But before she could get a good look at it, everything around her faded to black once more.