So I've settled in a little. This place is so drastically different from my life before. [She refuses to say 'my world' because she's not ready to acknowledge dimensions yet]

The ticking is incessant. A form of mental torture really but then any continuous sound would be. I have to wonder if eventually it will become white noise.

[Rebecca rubs her eyes and then pushes her hands through her hair. She's beyond tired and clocking at least forty straight hours on the job. She exhales and opens her eyes to realize her location has changed. She's on a bench in a city square. She shakes her head, rubs her eyes again and takes a second look ( Read more... )