[center][b][color=a187be]Christina[/color][/b] and [b][color=DBDB70]Dalia[/color][/b][/center]


This stranger was new to Chris. She had seen others before, but never this up close or real. Previously it was the beautiful woman in the mirror with green eyes, and a very powerful looking suit. If it was not the woman then it would be a man, he’d seen two but only in glimpses. Both men were bearded, fit, and quite tall. All of the strangers thus far have been very foreign to her. Chris’s best guess were European or American. 

The attractive woman in front of her was white, but not American. Chris has seen her fair share of foreign patients in her time in the hospital. This woman had hair which reminded Chris of a desert she had seen only in travel books, and her eyes were like two full moons glowing in the dark sky. She was very beautiful Chris thought, too beautiful for her in fact. 

Chris was entranced by the woman’s face that she didn’t realize that whoever she was she had gotten closer to her. The more Chris stared at her the more she realized a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time, heat. Chris was unsure if it was heat indicative of attraction or physical heat, but she knew it was odd. It was nine in the evening and the airconditioning was in full power. 

The woman’s voice was ethereal. It was unreal how clear it was and how much Chris understood her. Whoever she was she was definitively foreign, which made this even weirder. No amount of practice or training should have allowed her to speak Chris’s language unless she was born in the Philippines, but somehow Chris understood her. Cautiously Chris looked at her coworkers and back at the woman. Putting on her earbuds Chris finally replied.

[color=a187be]“I agree with your diagnosis doctor. I ruled out Schizophrenia fairly early on as well. A hallucination should not be this structured, real even.”[/color] Chris didn’t know how she knew the woman was a doctor, or at the least was a healthcare professional like her, but she did. Even stranger was that somehow she knew what a hallucination would be like. [color=a187be]“I’m glad to see you are healthy and not in form of duress. We do not see many of those here in the ER.”[/color] True to her word if it was any other night a woman very much like her would be lying on a gurney right about now. [color=a187be]“I apologize since I’m wearing headphones, but I’d rather not look like I was talking to myself. My coworkers are nearby”[/color] Chris added.

The foreign woman had since moved to place her hand on the 'C' desk, hiding the chill up her spine that resulted from the feeling.

[color=DBDB70]"Quite understandable,"[/color] she answered, while looking to where one of Chris' co-workers was. In Haifa, Israel, the location corresponded to several stories up in the air, off the edge of a building. The psychiatrist shook her head, before turning to the EMT. [color=DBDB70]"You'll forgive me if I assume this is still some elaborate hallucination, without evidence to counter the idea. Though, as you say, the detail is unnerving."[/color]

[color=a187be]“You are very much forgiven.”[/color] Chris felt that she had to. [color=a187be]“Although I myself apologize because I do not wish to treat this as some sort of hallucination.”[/color] She had always been a fairly superstitious person, never religious, but she’s open to the idea that there are forces out there that science will never be able to explain. In her line of work miracles though unexplainable were a blessing and a curse.

Suddenly finding herself in a rooftop in the middle of a city Chris stared at the woman once more, now sitting off the edge of the building. [color=a187be]“This is quite high.”[/color] She said backing off from the edge. [color=a187be]”Where is this if I may ask? It’s quite beautiful”.[/color] Chris was taking in the sights of a beautiful city bathed by orange sunlight. It then dawned on Chris that whatever was happening to them worked both ways. This woman, hallucinating or not was looking into her world and so was Chris. It was the first time she had ever done this, they always came to her after all. 

[color=DBDB70]"Haifa,"[/color] the blonde replied, making her way beside her newfound counterpart. [color=DBDB70]"Israel. The Mediterranean is the opposite way."[/color] She indicated the side of the roof she meant with a tilt of her head, and then considered the situation.

[color=DBDB70]"You're somewhere else, I gather? You speak Hebrew like a natural."[/color]

[color=a187be]“Israel?”[/color] Chris was at a lost for words. She’s had the chance to visit other countries before, but none quite like this. [color=a187be]“I’ve never been there…”[/color] Chris paused. Her visions alter between the ER in a hospital in Manila, and rooftop in Haifa. [color=a187be]“or here I suppose?”[/color]

[color=a187be]“I’m speaking Hebrew?”[/color] Chris asked. [color=a187be]“Is that how you understand me? I guess that means you are not speaking Tagalog, well Taglish really, but still.”[/color] She’s learning so much about these new experiences that a part of her is quite thrilled to know what else do these supernatural connections mean.

[color=DBDB70]"'Tagalog,'"[/color] the Israeli quoted. [color=DBDB70]"Sounds like a pidgin. Maybe we're speaking that, instead. Or both."[/color] She scanned Chris up and down, before walking away, to the crude picnic table she'd been sitting at. A plastic container of some sort of noodles, cheese, and vegetables awaited her. [color=DBDB70]"If you don't mind me eating."[/color]

[color=a187be]“Pidgin?”[/color] Chris was unfamiliar with the word. She made a quick to note to look that up, Haifa and Israel too. [color=a187be]“My guess is as good as yours, but both probably,and please go ahead and eat Dalia”[/color] Chris watched as the woman began slurping the noodles. Without really realizing it she somehow knew that the woman’s name was Dalia. [color=a187be]“I’m Chris by the way. Although I feel like you already know that.”[/color]

Dalia took a moment to chew a bite of her leftovers, and examined Chris' eyes, and then around her, to the hospital she could now see at will. [color=DBDB70]"I wonder..."[/color] she finally answered. [color=DBDB70]"I might have known before. It's difficult to tell. Looking into overseas phone calls would be a good investment, I feel."[/color]

[color=a187be]“So Ms. Dalia have you ever talke-”[/color] Chris was about to ask if the beautiful blonde woman has ever had any sort of interaction with another person, but work had to be done. The slow part of the night was over as their phones began ringing. In this place when multiple phones began ringing it meant that they should ready their battle stations. 

The connection Chris had with Dalia was cut short. Immediately she felt cold and empty again. She moved through the motions of that day yearning for that connection once more. The sensation of being connected with someone like that was phenomenal. It was new and exciting. She couldn’t wait for more. 

On the opposite side of the world, Dalia stared a long while at a point on her practice's rooftop, where another woman may have just stood.