Penelope took a deep breath, unsure what to anticipate while sitting on the throne. She blinked at the crystal lens when it turned cloudy, the static making her spine shudder. The stillness in the room unsettled her.<br/><br/>After a moment, Jason mentioned what he was seeing behind the throne. She chuckled at his comment about calling 911. “You can try,” she offered, though she was mostly joking.<br/><br/>Jason tried the dial at the back of the throne and suddenly, Penelope’s back went straight as a powerful tingle surged through her spine. She gripped onto the armrests at either side of her, as if that would help to stabilize her, working to control her breaths.<br/><br/>When Jason finished with the dial, the image of her in a hospital bed appeared. She gasped, clutching a hand to her chest. “Oh my god, that’s me!” Not that she had to say that anymore, since Jason now knew what she looked like behind the avatar.<br/><br/>Penelope felt the throne rattle as clock pieces whirred and loudly chimed, static growing deafeningly loud, a door revealing itself behind the lens. She leaned into it, feeling its power as the door itself opened.<br/><br/>Jason ducked behind the throne, swearing from the floor. Suddenly, Penelope realized she didn’t know what was imminent. “Jason, I think I’m supposed to go now…” She said in a confused tone. “This might be goodbye. I don’t know.”<br/><br/>Penelope had tears in her eyes as she felt her body shifting toward the door. If she was truly in a hospital bed somewhere, she needed to find out what was happening to her in real life. Right?<br/><br/>A second later, she was sucked from the throne and flung through the door, which slammed shut behind her. All at once, the static, the whirring, all of it just stopped and left Jason in a room filled with silence.