[.001] 1 day
[At first, when Naminé woke up, nothing seemed amiss… at least until she opened her eyes.]
[About three seconds of bleary-eyed confusion later, she was sitting bolt upright in the bed, said eyes wide open. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t just not right, it was impossible. The last thing she remembered, she’d been watching from the metaphorical back seat as Kairi reached her hand out to Sora, and then--]
[Then, here. Wherever ‘here’ was. Flinching when she realized she was in somebody else’s room, in somebody else’s bed, she quickly scrambled out of it, only to tangle a foot in the sheets. Reaching out to steady herself on the bedside table, she accidentally put her hand down right on the phone, knocking it off of the receiver and over the edge of the table, making her fumble to catch it before it hit the ground. Gripping it with both hands in an unnecessarily tight grip, she attempted to set it back on the receiver without any further damage, but in her inexperience ended up leaving it just slightly off the hook and drawing her hands back quickly, as if half expecting it to explode.]
[This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. She covered her mouth with her hands, pajamas she’d yet to notice she was wearing rustling just a little as she turned slowly, taking in the room, and then - suddenly she noticed a splash of color on the pale walls. Pictures. …Her pictures? Her drawings? What were they--]
[Gasping out loud, she reached out with a shaking hand to pick up the framed picture on the bedside table. It was… her. It was her, only younger than she’d ever actually been, with two people she didn’t recognize, but they were standing right behind her, smiling large, if stiff, smiles. There was a moment of silence, and then there was a creak as she slowly sat down on the bed, still clutching the picture.]
What is going on?