"Uh, hi. You've reached Phillipa's answering machine. Just. Umm. Yeah. Leave a name. And a number. And I'll.... call you back as soon as I can."

[[ ic and ooc contact for Phillipa Cobb. Any plot points/ideas/random discussion can be held here as well. ]]

When normal people woke up it was normally a slow awakening. Their eyes would flutter open as the dream dissipated into the morning light. They would roll over and fight off the sun’s rising. And slowly, but surely, they would waken to go about their daily lives.

( Phillipa hadn’t woken that peacefully since she was ten. )