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apidaeOh!
This is not where she was.
Bee takes a look around, wondering at the strange new environment. What a place! Soft green grass beneath her feet. Trees and a beautiful lake and people. This isn't Birmingham.
"Excuse me!" she says brightly to a passing man. "Could you tell me where I am?"
"Central Park," he says, harried with the pressure of talking to an overly friendly stranger. "West side, near 72nd."
He doesn't seem to want to stick around, hurrying off. But that's actually quite helpful! Bee turns westward, peering toward the edge of the park. So this is Manhattan. She's heard stories about it. It, along with the rest of the north, always seemed like a faroff fairyland.
"How did I get here?" he asks herself softly. Curiouser and curiouser. This doesn't feel like a dream. But she can't see the beginnings - the Cause is murky, the catalyst an unknown factor. There's a web of influence at work but it's foreign to her. Like a new language.
How exciting. She doesn't feel afraid. It's been a long time since something happened that she couldn't understand. It's exhilarating. Like being a kid again. She only hopes the landlord will look after her darlings.
Hmm, no shoes. She'd been napping. Well, no need for shoes anyway, if one knows how to walk carefully.
She takes a confident step forward, setting out to explore her new environment.
This is not where she was.
Bee takes a look around, wondering at the strange new environment. What a place! Soft green grass beneath her feet. Trees and a beautiful lake and people. This isn't Birmingham.
"Excuse me!" she says brightly to a passing man. "Could you tell me where I am?"
"Central Park," he says, harried with the pressure of talking to an overly friendly stranger. "West side, near 72nd."
He doesn't seem to want to stick around, hurrying off. But that's actually quite helpful! Bee turns westward, peering toward the edge of the park. So this is Manhattan. She's heard stories about it. It, along with the rest of the north, always seemed like a faroff fairyland.
"How did I get here?" he asks herself softly. Curiouser and curiouser. This doesn't feel like a dream. But she can't see the beginnings - the Cause is murky, the catalyst an unknown factor. There's a web of influence at work but it's foreign to her. Like a new language.
How exciting. She doesn't feel afraid. It's been a long time since something happened that she couldn't understand. It's exhilarating. Like being a kid again. She only hopes the landlord will look after her darlings.
Hmm, no shoes. She'd been napping. Well, no need for shoes anyway, if one knows how to walk carefully.
She takes a confident step forward, setting out to explore her new environment.
