Naomi was hazy when she woke up. The only thing she could tell clearly was the outline of her eyelids slowly parting to reveal something new and blurry. Where am I?
When the girl regained her strength and senses, she decided to stand up only to regret it a few seconds after. Naomi scowled at the panging ache that stabbed through her left head the moment she shifted her body upwards. It was intense, she felt like her skull was crushed open.
“Naomi, what took you so long to wake up?”
Thankfully, a voice distracted her from processing the pain. Naomi blinked her consciousness up to see the same spikey-head kid she treated to cotton candy. He’s still wearing a plain shirt with a pair of pants a little too big for his tiny body. Everything seems to be the same with the Chris, except he’s
