Halloween.

[resident_alice]

It was a morning like any other. Which was to say, Alice woke up in a cold sweat, fresh from another nightmare, but she'd had so many that instead of sitting bolt upright with her heart hammering in her chest she just rolled over and groaned

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[gotacigarette]

Everything's wrong. Everything. Her clothes don't fit. She's wearing a t-shirt like a dress, and her boots are laced to her feet. Every step makes an odd noise.

She's too close to the damn ground, and, when she really was this tall, she couldn't see out of both eyes. She touches the prosthetic again, just to make sure that it's still there.

There's a wave of relief that hits her that feels oddly close to tears when she sees Alice's hut. She runs to the door, awkward in her too big boots, and knocks, pounds the door with her little fist.

"Alice? Please be fucking there, mate."

[resident_alice]

Alice's first thought was Eden, but then she got up and opened the door and there was a young girl standing there.

For a moment, she saw Angela Ashford, and a wave of nausea passed through her. She blinked it back, and Angie faded, replaced by a dark-haired girl in clothes too big for her and...boots. Huh.

Strange. Why would a kid come to her hut?

"...Uh," said Alice. "Hi?"

[gotacigarette]

Eden fights back the very real urge to burst into tears and just sniffs instead. Her hair's much longer, now she's this old, and she pushes it back from her face and sniffs fiercely.

"It's me, Alice. It's me, and I'm fucking...this."

For a moment, she fumbles for a way to prove it, and then, very deliberately, she taps her fingernail against her eyeball.

"See?"

[resident_alice]

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," said Alice, which she thought was a pretty tame reaction considering the circumstances.

"...Eden?!"