[b]Hilda Maristela, Library[/b]

Well, at least the pain had done one thing. It had convinced her that this [i]really[/i] wasn't a dream. Had she really... Died? But she didn't feel dead... That was a silly thought, really. How would she even know what feeling dead felt like? It's not like she'd had previous experience with dying, after all. But whether she was dead or not, the simple fact remained that she was in some strange new world, and that she probably wouldn't ever see her home again.

Hilda probably would have contemplated this more, had she not came to two sudden realizations. Firstly, that there were other people here. That would've been bad enough, were it not for her second realization: her clothes had changed. Whilst she liked the hat, she was not too keen on the fact that rather than the thick, baggy clothes she usually wore, her clothes were now... Tight, and... Short, too short. Her navel was showing! And her curves were being displayed far, far more than she'd ever wished for them to. Her glasses almost steamed up as her face turned bright red, the embarrassment of possibly being seen in such an outfit making her wish she [i]was[/i] dead after all. Mumbling something quiet and incoherent, she quickly rushed off, hiding behind one of the many bookshelves in the area.