Desdemona was about to finally finish off her newest project, which consisted of running after a lot of patients. She was about to pounce onto one who had managed to escape her 'sowing room' but soon found herself tripping up, to only crash into the floor below. She had done this many times, mind you, but this time, it was different. Groaning, she slowly got up and felt her face. It felt like gravel and dirt, something the asylum was nearly never filled with. She raised an eyebrow, confused, and looked around. Her eyes lit up in shock to find she was in what appeared to be a city. "It's either I've actually gone insane, or I'm having a extremely stupid hallucination." She mumbled, quick to kicking her shin, "Ah, wait, that doesn't work for me..." She soon realized that she never actually dreamed as well and sighed. "Well, at least it's a change from that old dreary place. I'll run along for now with this...Ah, wait. My territory is gonna get stolen! Dammit...", She lowered her head, looking dejected. With a few encouraging thoughts that just made her cackle, she began to explore, not really caring where she went or how people on the streets looked at her like she was insane, which she was.