[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Nancy Parker[/color] & [color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/nrmumyai9/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp -  [color=#9370DB]Room 200[/color] [color=9999ff]Room 109[/color]
[b][color=9999ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Andromeda had locked the door to her room, as she sat down on the bed and closed her eyes. But despite how tired she was, she couldn't find sleep. It continued to elude her. Out there with the others, it had been easier to think of her life as a dream, a distant memory. She could fixate on the others and the strange events that they boasted from their timelines. But now, alone by herself, her mind was free to wander. Closure was generally something meant for the living, not the dead. And it was still something that she felt she needed. Or at least, wanted so much that she couldn't distinguish it from a need. 

	What had happened to the others after she died? Did they prevail? Or one of these days, would she see them here - dead just as she was? Andromeda knew that everyone had to die eventually - it was just how the universe worked - but she hoped that she'd never see any of them here. At the same time, she hoped that she did see them again at Ville au Camp - that she could ask them what happened and finally get closure. Her life before may have felt like a dream, but it was one that she wanted to revisit. 

	Nancy was having a difficult time sleeping, but for an entirely different reason. She was filled with crazed energy and each time she jumped on the bed, glitter shot up and glistened in the air around her. Nancy regretted not having a record player or something in her room. This would have been [i]amazing[/i] for a dance party. She twisted back and forth as she bounced, grinning madly and just having the time of her life in general. 

	But eventually, even Nancy ran out of energy and she flopped down on the bed, glitter covering her face. Her heart rate eventually calmed down to a normal level and she let out a yawn. If she had been Gio, she would have known exactly what time it was. However, to Nancy, such things didn't matter. If she was sleepy, she went to sleep. If she was bored, she played a prank on someone. If she wanted candy, she stuffed her face with sweets. And at the moment, sleep was calling for her as she rolled over in her bed, making herself into a burrito with the blankets, and began to dream.