[color=bc8dbf][b][h3][center]Nicola Khumalo[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

Nicky was most deflated upon hearing that there was, as far as the bunny told them, no way out of this place. It only got worse from there. He spoke of how they were all in comas, that death here was for real, and apparently there was somebody hiding as an older boy among them this whole time. The last one was just a baffling cherry on top of this cake of negativity. Nicky didn't want to sit here and puzzle over why some young kid was pretending to be a larger teenager, she wanted to go home and crawl back in bed. Of course, it sounded like she really was still in bed in reality, but that didn't help her in the least.

Nicky was quite keen to tune out and resign herself to this misery when they started talking of the evil queen and the trapped children. Nicky was almost unhappy that they were even brought up. How could she rightfully ignore something like that? Her conscience started eating at the back of her head; no matter how much she didn't want to be a part of this, her heart could not ignore a the plight of these people.

[color=bc8dbf]"Um, I just want to say I'll help any way I can." [/color] Nicky piped up. That was all she wanted to say right now. She didn't have any deep questions about the group's cohesion or anything like that. She assumed they would be told what they would be doing in a few moments.

[@The Jest]