She's just another fractal butterfly [OTA]
Outside where the Conrad Hotel used to be is standing a tiny, blonde teenager with very brightly-coloured wings and a canvas messenger bag with colourful doodles all over it. She wasn't standing there a few seconds ago, but most of the people passing by don't seem to notice her.
She blinks a moment, trying to reorient herself, and then gapes at the place the hotel should be. After staring for a moment, she digs in her bag and pulls out a purple journal with a unicorn and a rainbow on the cover, and a pink pen, and scribbles in it for a moment.
Then she hugs the journal to her chest and looks around with wide, frightened eyes.
Chicago, please welcome (again) one Dusty Baker. She doesn't even know she's been gone.
She blinks a moment, trying to reorient herself, and then gapes at the place the hotel should be. After staring for a moment, she digs in her bag and pulls out a purple journal with a unicorn and a rainbow on the cover, and a pink pen, and scribbles in it for a moment.
Then she hugs the journal to her chest and looks around with wide, frightened eyes.
Chicago, please welcome (again) one Dusty Baker. She doesn't even know she's been gone.