[h2]Casper[/h2]

Somehow, somewhere, there was an explosion that shot Ann's tiny body from the boat and into the crystal clear water below. Ann landed with a splash and the submersion quickly overcame the stunned girl. She slowly drifted to the bottom of the bay, almost weightless. The sound of rushing water strangely seemed to break the quiet bliss of Ann's quiet drowning. The girl struggled as if the sound had been bothering her like an angry bee and eventually the girl managed to stabilize and head to the surface. All the while the sound of rushing water increased in its intensity until finally... Air.

Ann opened her eyes weakly as she had just stirred from a deep slumber. There were no gulls wailing or no salty smell of the waves. Instead to her own horror, a curved glass window separated her from a cold, sterile environment. The girl gave the window a feeble push but it did not budge. Perhaps claustrophobia was setting in as the Ann increasingly began pushing, and eventually slamming, the door to her pod in a panic. "No! No! I want out! I want out!" She cried out as she beat on the door.

As if her pleas were answered, a ghostly hand reached in from the window and dragged Ann out. She was tossed away but she didn't fly very far as her momentum mysteriously disappeared. Ann quickly turned around and found herself floating outside of the pod. The window unbroken and in her stead, a twin sat glaring ahead unnerved by her containment. Before Ann could even question it, the door to the pod was immediately flung open, detaching the metal construct off its machine and flying across the room. Ann's twin, Ariadne stepped out and looked over to her partner, as if expecting greeting. 

Ann gave a ghostly wail as the pod door smashed with a bang but soon settled as she took in her surroundings. "Hi Ariadne..." She said, relieved that her sister has returned, along with her memory of what Ann hoped to be real. Ariadne made no gesture in return but rather she looked away and down the hall. Ann instantly understood what that meant. "Is there something down the hall?" She asked not expecting an answer. Her ghostly form soon fluttered off down the hallway with Ariadne in tow.

As they slowly progressed down the hall, Ann nervously glanced around trying to recognize anyone in the pods. There were others stored in some type of cryo=sleep, all strangers, probably stuck in some simulated world just like Ann was subjected to. Surely there would have to be someone she knew in one of these pods. All those people that were at the beach with her in that world but their visages were fading in Ann's mind. She couldn't even remember their names at this point.

Finally Ann saw figures down the hall. She sped along, leaving Ariadne in her casual stride, and arrived at the side of woman who appeared to be roughly grabbing at a boy, Jackson. Ann gasped as she saw a familiar face, leaking blood. "Don't hurt him!" Ann's ghostly shrill sounded as if it were distorted. She had never seen this woman before so she wasn't sure what to think about her.

[h2]Honey[/h2]

Honey watched the carnage of the pirate ship for awhile. This certainly ranked as her oddest trip to date as she could have never conceived of skeleton pirates and large space lasers. Honey looked on but her vision slowly began glassing over until eventually a simple blink lead to heavy, droopy eyelids crusted over with marks of a deep sleep. 

"Hmmm?" She hummed as she shifted in a stir to wake her body up. Much to her surprise, however, Honey wasn't in a bed or anything familiar. A large metal tube was encasing Honey's sleeping form. She rubbed her hand all along the tube, making sure this was real. She quickly pulled away as if she worried that she would freeze her extremity on the cold metal casing. 

She quickly discovered that the pod could open from her end and she wasted no time on opening it up. She stepped out to a very machine-like place that lacked any natural color and favored a more menacing gray. 

As she surveyed, she saw what appeared to be a doctor heading away from her. She nervously waved her hand at the doctor's back, only to realize the he can't see that a moment later. "Um pardon me! I ain't sick or nuttin', right?" She hollered down the hall, breaking the eerie quiet outside of the constant vibrating emanating from the walls.