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[color=gray][h3][sup][sup]How it happened would remain a mystery. Their dabbling with the mirror would likely be a key component in figuring it all out. However, when things out of reach of conventional perception and reason are at play, otherwise clear memories begin to fade into obscurity. They were simply somewhere else in an instant. All the people back in the Doctor’s office would remember the two as having gone home or maybe taken the trip down to the station — it would all be a blur, a hazy memory, but any other alternative was entirely an alien conception. The old and perhaps crazy axiom of [i]Doors Everywhere[/i] appeared to be true. How could it possibly be explained otherwise? Emily knew these things, and more so than most unaware idiots of this docile society. The idea would not be an aggressively consuming enigma for Valerian, either — creating doors and windows to other worlds was an artist’s profession. However, this place that they now found themselves in was, perhaps, not the ideal fantasy to be in. Both of them were still in the Doctor’s office, but all the world around them had become dark and decrepit. All the lights were out and all the other people were gone. The mirror before them was cracked, broken, and many pieces of glass were missing or scattered on the floor. It reflected only the world that they could see around them, but their own bodies did not show. The walls, the ceiling, and the floor were decayed and damp. It was as if the building had been abandoned for a century or more. All the windows were broken or removed. The outside world was dead silent. Wherever the eye would see, all things would be rotten or half buried by mud and rock. Only the faint words of [i]Don’t Go[/i] echoed throughout the rooms and hallways of the building. It sounded as if it came from the direction of the stairwell. Whatever this place was, it certainly was not what Emily and Valerian had known just a second ago.

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[@MST3K 4ever][@Arkitekt]
It was already set in motion. The vagrant had been too late despite his best efforts. He became increasingly distraught. The realization that it would never come to an end assaulted him without remorse. The man pushed the junior officer aside. It was not violent, but firm. The man’s touch was seemingly convincing or genuine enough to warrant relief. The junior officer made little or no resistance. The vagrant followed the indications he had received from Russell. Outside, he approached slowly, step by step. The cold air in the alley was as hostile as it had ever been. “[color=Goldenrod]You have no idea what you’ve done. All of this was never supposed to happen.[/color]” The previously pleasant tone in his voice began to descend into anger and despair. “[color=Goldenrod]Now he is dead and it’s all your fault. Did you even notice it? In the Doctor’s office. You believe you have a memory of them leaving, yet it’s strange that they’re gone all of a sudden.[/color]” The facial features of this older man became evidently clear. He had an uncanny likeness to the man in front of him. It was as if the two men were reflections of each other, only the vagrant was much older than Russell. “[color=Goldenrod]The Nightland has them now.[/color]” The vagrant said and shot a glance at Serena. He closed his eyes in utter defeat and turned his back on the two. A heavy sigh escaped him. “[color=Goldenrod][i]Doors Everywhere[/i], [i]Doors Everywhere[/i], [i]Doors Everywhere[/i].[/color]” The vagrant made little sense in his ramblings. He seemed to disappear into his own mind after the words had taken shape. His body remained in its place, yet the rest of him was in a trance.

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[@Prosaic][@dreamingflowers][@Theyra][@DeadDrop][@Lucky]
Bill had seen the two officers of the therapy group off. Emily and Valerian had most likely gone home, but he could not be entirely sure. The remaining members were to be escorted to the police station. There were several, unique complications with this crime scene and its witnesses. Not only was it a question of supervision, but there were also a medical procedures to handle. These kinds of group therapy sessions served a specific purpose and it could be severely detrimental to patients’ health if these meetings were suddenly cancelled. Bill instructed some of the officers to drive the patients. They indicated for Keandre, Mia, Cole, Alex, and Bernard to follow along in the elevator. Emily and Valerian were not there, of course. Perhaps it seemed odd, but it was also quite obvious that they had gone home. Outside on the streets, the blizzard had not ceased its grip of the city. There were some bystanders trying to catch a glimpse of what had happened, but there was not much to be seen other than officers and people exiting the building. The interior of the cop cars did not offer much in terms of warmth. Keandre, Mia, Cole, and Alex were able to squeeze into an NYPD SUV vehicle. Bernard rode with another officer in one of the regular cars.
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The group is now split up into four parts. Bernard being the fourth part. You will not be able to communicated with Emily and Valerian by cellphone. Text messages wont be delivered and calling the number will result in a 'the number you have dialed is out of service' error. Also, the images in the banner aren't always related to what is happening in the scenes — it's just for mood, more or less.
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