[She slips around another corner, doing her best not to be seen. It's helpful, she thinks, that this place seems huge. But then again it's not helpful, the next thought tumbles, that this place is huge.
But it's not Pylea.
Fred is almost, absolutely completely certain that it's not Pylea.
At first she thought maybe it was just a dream, something jumbled together by the three-day Chinese from the mini fridge in her office and some attempt at a nap on the couch there. But this is real. Too real. And hairs that hadn't stood on end in years were making their presence known. Each and every one, painfully waking up.
Library. Or any little corner...
But it's not Pylea.
Fred is almost, absolutely completely certain that it's not Pylea.
At first she thought maybe it was just a dream, something jumbled together by the three-day Chinese from the mini fridge in her office and some attempt at a nap on the couch there. But this is real. Too real. And hairs that hadn't stood on end in years were making their presence known. Each and every one, painfully waking up.
Another corner.
Another room.
...this time full of books. A library?
At least somebody likes to read.