[quote=@Lord Orgasmo]
[Center][h2][color=fff200]Monica White[/color][/h2][/Center][hr]
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The air began to grow more and more humid as she progressed onwards, and the insects became less common. Her hair was beginning to stand on end. [i][color=fff200]"Uh... John? Are you out here? Or am I in a fever dream and I need to see a doctor?"[/color][/i]
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It was getting late. The sun had just set. The forest's red glow, gave way to a deep blue sky. If she stayed out much longer, Monica would be walking in total darkness. 

She was seriously considering turning around and heading home. That's when she noticed a feint glow, only noticeable because of the darkness. Following the light, she wound up at the edge of a large lake. On the other side the lake, she could see a small cabin. The lights from within the cabin were the lights she was seeing. On the front porch of that cabin, a bearded man sat in a rocking chair. His beard was full and dark, not white like the old man's from the hospital. 

Still, he seemed to recognize her. He stood, from his rocking chair and shouted across the lake with surprising clarity. [b]"You came! I thought you would at least be another day or two! Please, get over here! Have some dinner!"[/b] 

Then, something truly astounding happened. The lake between them started bubbling, in a straight line from where she stood and where he stood. Then, from where the bubbles rose, wooden poles connected by rope soon followed. Finally, out of the water, the rest of the bridge emerged. It was just wide enough to that she could walk across with both hands outstretched to hold onto rope railings. [b]"Watch your step! It's slippery!"[/b]