Sometime later...

When Tomomi, Will, and Akira fell asleep that night something interesting happened indeed. In a dream they found themselves in a room surrounded by things familiar to them. The scenery seemed to perfectly match their own personality with the furniture, and the overall out look of the room seemingly being a reflection of their own tastes. They were walled in from all sides except for a singular brown wooden door standing in the middle of one wall. There was no one in with them however there was a white mask with a intricate design that differed from the others who were also stuck in their rooms. However there were some similarities between all of the rooms. There was a grand father clock located somewhere in the room ticking back and forth rheumatically. And beyond the door there was the faint noise of what sounded like classical carnival music playing but it was very faint and sounded far away. Otherwise things seemed to be relatively straight forward. There was very little in the rooms besides the mask and the personalized features between each of the rooms. 

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Will woke up in his room which was plain, and covered with white walls. There were no windows and a book case was next to the clock. The simple fact of the matter seemed to be that he was in an american house. Which was odd considering he knew he had fallen asleep in Heero's house. Was he having a dream? It was bizarre as he found himself looking around more he found that he was in bed, more specifically his bed from back home, and that there was a mask right next to his bed on a desk. There were stacks of papers thrown about which made he feel like he had trouble dealing with all of the paper work a previous night or earlier that day. However he was distinctly aware of the fact that this was not his room but it oddly felt comforting. Like he was in an environment specifically tailored to him personally despite the mess and clutter there was indeed some control around. But the sound of the clock ticking was already getting on his nerves. He wondered what the heck was going on as he got up and looked around the room. As he went to pick up the papers he found nothing but innate scribbles on the paper. He dropped the papers and looked around some more with no windows, or places to go too he couldn't help but feel like this was going to end really badly for him if he didn't get out of the room soon even it was a dream.