Nolita's eyes shot open again. She rose, encased in an aura of her own. Miraculously, her wound was mending itself, the skin, muscles and organs stitching back together. "Hear me, child." Spoke a voice in her head. "I have awakened inside you. Do not be alarmed." Nolita was exceedingly alarmed. " Time is short, and not all can be explained now. Just know that your entire life is a fantasy. Your very world has been fabricated by higher powers that you do not understand. All your life you have been unknowingly serving these powers, trapped in this vile limbo, called a Reality TV Show. You must escape this place. Go now, while the agent of your oppressors causes a distraction. I will show you the way." Without a second thought, Nolita took off running, past the others fighting, and down the street. As she fled, many collections of strange lights arranged in the shape of arrows lit up before her, pointing her in the right direction. In the distance, there floated in the sky something she had never seen before. A white rectangle, with the word "EXIT" imprinted upon it in bold red letters. Nolita sprinted towards it.