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Somewhere... Sometime... Somehow...
Feb. 8th, 2012 02:00 pmThe light faded, and Mitchell was left... with a corridor.
Dirty, muddy, dilapidated, lined with doors with tiny windows, and so little sunlight... or whatever passed for light in here.
"Annie?" he called, but there was no response, and no one to meet him here.
So he began to walk, testing doors, catching glimpses of ancient history before he slammed the door straight shut on it again. There were flashes, occasionally - of a petite brunette girl in a flowery dress, looking at him, unreadable.
"Hello--?"
But she'd vanish, again and again, leaving him stranded here with his memories.
"Annie?"
[[ day 1, and altered from Being Human 3x01! NFB & NFI, obviously, as it's purgatory. ]]
Dirty, muddy, dilapidated, lined with doors with tiny windows, and so little sunlight... or whatever passed for light in here.
"Annie?" he called, but there was no response, and no one to meet him here.
So he began to walk, testing doors, catching glimpses of ancient history before he slammed the door straight shut on it again. There were flashes, occasionally - of a petite brunette girl in a flowery dress, looking at him, unreadable.
"Hello--?"
But she'd vanish, again and again, leaving him stranded here with his memories.
"Annie?"
[[ day 1, and altered from Being Human 3x01! NFB & NFI, obviously, as it's purgatory. ]]
