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#2011-03-06 20:48:51, as written by Lovely VonSchultz

"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, he cries to the moon, "If only, if only."

With a gasp and a flash of sunlight, Florence sat bolt upright. Her chest rose and fell with vigor, her palms instantly became clammy and her head spun for a moment with the sudden movement from a sedentary position. Placing her tiny hands on her forehead, Florence blinked her big eyes a few times to try and remember what had happened. Her stomach did flips at the snippets of memory. She gagged, holding her mouth over her lips. Again, she gagged, her entire body heaving with act. Finding footing on the warm ground beneath, Florence stood and sprinted for the toilet. Gripping the sides of it, she smashed her head through the opening and lost all the bloody contents of her stomach. Sometimes the thirst made her take in too much and it just tore through her stomach. Every time this happened, she would vomit.

Once her body was finished spasming, dry heaving, and completely empty, she slumped against the wall and sighed. What a night. Scanning over her new environment, it suddenly hit Florence that she was not on the same floor as before. She had expected to be put in solitary, or worse... But she was in, in a room much better than her last. The notion made her thin eyebrows furrow together and she stood up slowly, using the wall and toilet as leverage. Her bare feet carried her toward the window slowly and she rested against the concrete cutout of it. Leaning forward, she unlatched it through the bars and let it fly open with a gust of morning wind. The smell of outside fluttered in and Florence had to close her eyes. The cool feel and fresh scent soothed her wildly churning stomach, alive with fire.

What was she doing here? Lifting her arms up over her head, she began to stretch out the tight muscles, but screamed out in pain instead. Dropping them quickly, she panicked and reached back to feel around her shoulder blades, where it hurt the most. The pain was lingering and she was befuddled. Hadn't she finished all the transformation last night? Shouldn't everything be back to normal now?

No. Her fingers fell over a sharp point on her skin, on the ends of both scapula. Her heart raced and she lowered her head. More changes? Killing a man in cold blood... moving into this new, strange place... now this? What were they? How had she never noticed them before? Moving to her bed, Florence frowned, holding back tears and fell under the covers. She would try again to disappear into Ancient London. Perhaps there, someone who find her and take her away from this place? Perhaps there she would be left alone and be happy.

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