Clara found herself landing pretty effortlessly (for her) on the ground with a strong young man's arms wrapped around her waist. (<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a>) She was a little stunned as to how she wasn't hurt. As she stepped away from Josey, she turned to face him, staring at him at eye level.<br/>"Ma'am?! I'm not that old!" she said with fake indignation, but she was smiling. "My name is Clara. And thank you. That would have been quite a fall if you hadn't been both there." she nodded at Tody too. (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>)<br/><br/>Her smile faded when a curse preceded a rise of smoke which seemed to bounce and linger around them. Clara frowned, then silently cursed as she remembered the little bottle which was in her hands moments ago. She heard Becca (<a class="username" data-user-id="6011" data-username="@Deviant" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6011/">@Deviant</a>) apologize and  felt a little guilty herself.<br/><br/>The peaceful feelings which once were swirling in this place were all but gone. Unease crept in her mind and tug at her guts. She shouldn't be here. Actually, none of them should be here! This place felt dangerous all of a sudden and she looked around, trying to find a way out.<br/>A disagreeable shiver trickled down her spine as words were spoken out of nowhere. It was as if the smoke itself was alive and she found herself stepping back until her back hit the majestic tree trunk. They were offered a way out, an open door back home with their wishes granted as a gesture of gratitude for freeing whatever it was that they freed. She would have stepped out in a heartbeat if it weren't for what the specter had said.<br/><br/>Clara had one advantage over everyone here: she had looked into the glass. She had seen the happiness it could offer, she had also seen its ability to dig the deepest wound and twist it. The image of herself towering over a bleeding lifeless body wasn't one that she could forget that easily. Of course, she had wanted revenge, many many times for what had been done to her. But she would have never thought that this was what her heart desired most, to relish in the death and suffering of someone else?<br/>She swallowed, watching as the fog shifted and the vision left them all with a choice.<br/><br/>She was pulled from her thoughts by the feeling of a dead leaf on her shoulder. When she looked up, she saw that the beautiful tree was withering.<br/>"What have we done?" she gasped in a husky voice, passing frantically a hand in her hair.<br/><br/>Before anyone could step towards the open door, she warned aloud. "If you chose to take that door, I hope that you are very sure of what your heart desires most!"