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Carrie Pierce was in the passenger seat when the car crashed into them. The driver was a mangled mess of body and steering wheel, but she somehow survived. The ambulance rushed her to the emergency room, where doctors were able to keep her alive, but not conscious. She slipped into a coma and has yet to return...





I don't know when I fell asleep, but I must have, because suddenly I'm not in Tae's car anymore. Am I in a closet? Why am I wearing heels...?


A girlish shriek escaped the young woman when she looked down at herself. She certainly wasn't wearing her favorite jeans and blouse she had had on before, and she certainly wasn't wearing anything she owned now. Replacing her casual outfit was a gorgeous dress made to look like the wings of a monarch butterfly. It fell to mid calf, revealing the offending orange pumps that had drawn her attention, and had graceful black feathering across the top of the dress.

Carrie was torn between throwing her arms up in surprise and wrapping them as tightly around herself as she could, but settled on launching herself backwards into one of the walls of the small room. Which brings us back to...


Where the hell am I? What the f-


It was then that the woman took notice of the faint sound of music coming from the door of the room. Bringing her hand up to her chest, a merely symbolic gesture to try to comfort herself, Carrie tip toed over to the wooden door. It took her only seven steps from the back wall to reach the door. There was no keyhole or peephole to give her any clue as to what lie beyond, only a simple brass doorknob. She reached out with her other hand to turn the knob.

Carrie opened the door just a crack, but the music suddenly engulfed the room at an incredible volume, making Carrie slam the door shut in reaction. Her heart froze when she thought of someone perhaps hearing her door slam, but gave a sigh of relief when she reasoned no one could have heard the door over the unbearably loud music. Still...


I can't just stay in here. Well, I could, but that isn't what people usually do in these situations. Though I doubt anyone has been in this particular situation...
I can't just stay here.


After much internal debating, Carrie convinced herself she couldn't just stay in this closet. If someone were to open the door of the room, it wasn't as if they could simply overlook Carrie dressed as she was, especially in a room as bare as this. That settled it: she would have to leave her room.

The music was unbearably loud, but Carrie was expecting it this time. She pulled the door open and stepped outside into a well lit hallway, with white marble walls and a golden carpet running down the middle of the floor. The hall seemed to go on forever in both directions and the music echoed throughout the empty space. Carrie looked both ways for any indication of where the music was coming from, but no clues presented themselves. She blew out a heavy breath and started walking to her right. If she didn't find where the music was coming from, well, maybe that was best.

Carrie couldn't tell if she walked for hours or only twenty minutes or so. The hallway was like a repeated image: same walls, same carpet, evenly spaced lights overhead, a door every fifty steps, and a table with a single flower in a vase directly between every two doors. Carrie was starting to worry the hall would never end when she came upon the entry way to a grand ball room, exactly where the music was coming. She walked into the space.

The ballroom was decorated with gorgeous drapes and golden accents. There were golden cords, creating intricate draping designs with the cloth hung all around the room, and golden statues lining the walls, but spaced out so people could congregate comfortably. The floor was white marble, brighter than the walls, and was covered with a crowd. They all seemed to be having a wonderful time, laughing and dancing with each other.

Most prominent, however, was the giant clock in the middle of the back wall. The diameter must have been at least twenty-five feet. The face of the clock was yellowing with age and written in roman numerals. Only, there were thirteen hours timed on the clock, and the hands were moving counterclockwise, like it was counting down. The clock struck thirteen o' clock as soon as Carrie stepped into the grand hall, but no sound was made to disrupt the other guests. The countdown began.

Suddenly Carrie knew there was something wrong. She had to do something, and quickly, before time ran out. Her hands started to shake by her sides. She felt like she needed to run to something, or away from something. Standing still was about to kill her. She needed to move. Her hands needed to hold something. Her heart was beating too fast. She needed to do something.