[centre][h2]Sarah Lillian Whitlock[/h2][/centre]

Strangely enough the explanation Mr Reid gave them didn’t really, well, [i]explain[/i] anything. Anima Fluxx? Reality chips? The pulp sci-fi feeling wasn’t getting any less intense the more she heard about this place, though she was at least starting to get the impression that this place was inter-dimensional rather than interstellar. It would go some way towards explaining why everything looked so uncanny; the televisions and the news show didn’t exactly scream aliens to her, they were human. Just… inhumanly so.

Before Sarah could dwell on what any of that might mean for them however, the TV with Mr Reid cut out and another TV suddenly turned out. There was a whirring sound, high pitched and eerie, before the machine spat out something rectangular onto the floor. Sarah barely had time to glance at it though before the whole pillar lit up all at once, every television except for the two that had been on before screaming out and vying for her attention, all of them displaying shows with that same inhumanly human feeling.

When the electricity began to arc and the two televisions lurched forward Sarah was ready to turn and run away from this place. The whole thing looked like it was about to explode, the purple lightning and the vibrations the final death throes of the pillar, but she forced herself to stand her ground and, after a moment’s hesitation, even to rush forward and grab one of the exposed televisions. There was so little she understood about this place, so little information to go on, that she couldn’t just leave behind the one thing or person or whatever this was that had tried to explain things so far.

Sarah quickly disconnected the television from its housing, removing the wires from the back before she stumbled back from the pillar with the device held in her arms. She ran from the electricity, ran towards the only thing that wasn’t completely unknown to her in this place, which just so happened to be Zionne.

“I think we should leave.”