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"What just happened?" I' to the bathrooht? You here?"

No answer

My eyes sweep over the cra area, where my movies still play on a loop on the TV, to the desk crammed into the three foot of wall space between the couch and the two-person dining area The kitchen light is on like I left it, along with the bedrooht My apartment has always been s before There's barely room to move from one side to the other

A sense of disbelief, coupled with disorientation, rendersas this reality takes hold, and I listen to the quiet discussion occurring between the boy-hero of The Neverending Story playing on the television and the beautiful princess I wanted to be like when I was little She's handing hi back the world he lost

I blink and look away It isn't possible I' crazy" This is er feels like mine The woman who lives here isn't a battle-witch alternately feared and valued by a barbaric society that's starting to grow onThere's no spark of life anywhere here, no pride of ownership or atte to anyone It's not special or re, and it reflects h life The only part that shows a bit of personality is my desk By personality, I mean it's messy

What am I supposed to do no is my apartment at the center of a curse?

Is this even real?

I go to my desk and touch the two elass is cool beneaththe first bottle and opening the second before my blackout started A picture of Jason and me is flat on its face next to a stack of library books I'in to detero anywhere or was it so fully a part of any worldreassures me I'm dressed for Black Moon Draw, covered in the blood of the Shadow Knight

"Hello?" I call to no one There's nothing unusual or out of place that indicates I' with desperation "I can't be here! Send me back! I have to save him!"