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The bird was soft and warm, so close to her. She hesitated at first but began to stroke it again, a smile creeping on her lips. What was this place? Why were there strange men and crazy birds who wanted attention? Was she simply dreaming? Alice turned to look at the bird--it wasn't just any bird. It didn't feel like a bird, it felt something more--more like a spirit of some sort entrapped in a bird.

A stranger came and went at some point in the hallway--Alice turned to look but was too late to see who the figure was. She shrugged, though strange noises were coming from the rooms around the corner. She wanted to get up to see if Jordyn was okay, or if Lark had finally returned, or if the person Lark had mentioned--what was his name again? She had already forgotten--could give her some new clothes..

Then again, she didn't want to get up and startle the bird. And so she lay rested, continuing to stroke its beautiful feathers, unsure as she had always seemed to be here.