Despite being alone in the room listening to the smack of your own footstep echoes, you get the impression that someone is watching you. You move slowly and question each step of exploration, digging for any dirt that contains other buried treasures. But there's a presence with you, still and silent, standing off in a corner or outside the dew-dotted window wide across the opposite wall. No one is here. No one can see you. You did what you came here to do, so it's smart to get out ahead. Good idea.
Then you hear the sound. It was a sigh - or was it a cough, quieted barely above audibility. But worse, the sound came from everywhere or even within your own head. You wonder how you could lose your mind so suddenly when the sound returns as a voice, full and complete and familiar. It's Professor Montana, and it's as if she really is speaking from inside your skull. The voice comes from all directions at once.
"Tsk tsk." she chides. "I suspected you might do something like this. Naturally, I had to take precautions to keep my creation safe."
There's still no one else in the room, only you and your multiples of shadows. What did the professor do to you? How can she speak so loudly without standing inches away? Is she here but you can't see her? Were you drugged? Did she put a tracking device on you?
"Come outside," the voice calmly insists.
You consider disobeying, but what else could you do? If her omnipresent voice isn't only contained within you, then everyone must be aware of this. If things go truly sideways, you still have her matter transposer. You'll use it to get out of this situation. Only when you exit the building, you are no longer sure what you're going to do. The sky was no longer blue. Sure it had a hazy blue-ness to it, only a light tint of cerulean like makeup on the cheeks of the gigantic face framed with red hair watching from the heavens. Rebekah looks down from the whole of the western sky with the appearance of disappointment, though you sense some satisfaction alongside.
"Boo," she says. Her red lips blow breath across the land or was that only a coincidence.
You can't understand what's going on, when suddenly the whole world tilts. The sun swirls in the sky and Rebekah's mouth does smile as she recedes into a less colossal portrait spanning the sky.
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