A teenage girl, about fifteen or sixteen, sat in a dark bedroom against a wall with the garish glow of a computer screen lighting her face. Brushing a strand of her sleek hair away from her face, she absentmindedly hit 'submit' after spending a good thirty minutes or so typing up a character sheet for a summer camp roleplay or something, making sure to copy her work before hitting the blue button under the text box just in case the Guild was having problems, as it had been lately. She yawned-it was late, way too late, and although she did not have school the next day, practice started early. When she next opened her eyes, the dim room and bright computer screen were gone, instead replaced with a feeling of floating in a vast, depthless ocean. She watched in shock as streams of numbers began to fill her line of sight, all ones and zeros. Where had she seen that before? She had a mental flashback to sophomore year math analysis, and instantly recognized it as binary coding. What the hell?

Struggling to get her bearings, she did not notice a sensation reminiscent of a finger slightly prodding her brain until it grew more persistent, more prominent. [i]"What?!" [/i] she snapped inside her brain, and the feeling ceased. Frowning, she managed to discern that she was no longer in her oversized t-shirt and leggings she wore as pajamas, instead in a not uncomfortable form-fitting skintight suit made out of some kind of stretchy material and she was carrying a light backpack. She carefully unzipped the backpack, which was easier said than done due to the feeling of suspension in some type of liquid, and the girl closely examined the contents. Pulling something that looked like a plastic circle decorated with gaudy colored tape out, she furrowed her brow further. The object was familiar, that was for sure. It resembled her rhythmic gymnastics hoop, down to the sparkly decor. However, it was much too small for it-about six or seven inches in diameter. Setting it back inside the backpack, she decided to leave it for now.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a thought that was like her own but it was not at the same time entered her mind. [i]My name is Willa, [/i] she said inside her head. Right after she thought the sentence, a growing sense of uncertainty began to gnaw at her gut. [i] Willa? Yes, Willa. What else would it be? I don't know. It doesn't seem right. My name is Willa. No, it's...I can't remember. Maybe it is Willa after all. [/i] The girl was growing frustrated, as it was almost like she was having an argument with herself. 

"My name is Willa," she said aloud, and it seemed right yet wrong all at once. She repeated it a few more times, and it gradually began to grow on her. The newly dubbed Willa began to examine her surroundings, taking note that other people and creatures and whatnot were beginning to materialize in front of her. Oh, boy. What the [i]fuck[/i] could be going on?