Fall head first, like paper planes in playground games.
The night’s been brilliant - everyone’s having fun and getting drunk. There’s no celebration, just a typical night out with friends to kick back and have a laugh. The clubs are packed and money’s being spent, Cassie forgets how hard it is to earn and how easy it is to spend. She doesn’t care. She’s just having a good time. But then she realises that her friends are missing and she can’t get any signal on her phone to call them. It’s pretty late, time to go home perhaps. And so she heads home, the walk isn’t very far and she doesn’t mind the cold and the dark. Cassie’s in too much of a good mood to really care. Her heels click against the pavement and all seems well. Or so she thinks... The street light seems to darken and before she has a chance to react, she loses her footing and falls.
The sharp sting in her left knee soon follows and she’s swearing under her breath. Feeling the warm trickle of blood, she pouts drunkenly and tries to pick herself up off the ground. And that’s when it hits her, that she’s not where she thought she was. She’s in some horrible back-alley and the main road is gone. Everything sounds different. It feels different, but she doesn’t know why or how.
Swallowing hard she tries to make her way out onto a main street. No this isn’t London. This isn’t the street she was walking along. Oh god, where is she? Where... where is this place? She calls out to a man who walks past her, but he doesn’t even notice her. Oh god what’s going on? She stumbles clumsily in her heels and ends up on the pavement again; her hand goes flying into a puddle. Ergh.
Pulling her hand away, Cassie freezes. There’s no reflection in puddle. There’s no bloody reflection in the bloody puddle. Oh, god... this isn’t possible.
“What’s going on?” her voice has suddenly gone high-pitched and she’s scared, very scared. More so than she’s ever been in her entire life.
She swallows hard again. She’s somewhere strange and she has no reflection. Not to mention she’s still slightly drunk. This is bad. Really bad. Still sat on the pavement, she glances about the street - watching as people pass and take no notice of her. This is really, really, really bad. Trembling, she feels her eyes fill up with tears and lets out a pathetic little sob.
And as she starts to cry, she suddenly appears back into view and the unknown street is shown a strange, drunken young woman crying on the ground. This is not a good night.