A long corridor, stretching out either side into the distance. Doors line the walls, most of them slightly ajar. Slipping in through the cracks comes noise, sounds. Whispered conversations, furtive declarations of love and hate, manic laughter and joyful giggles sneak into the space between the doors.
( Belonging )

Even in the split seconds before she opened her eyes, Max knew something was different.

( We're not in soddin' Kansas anymore. )