Once Becca realized what awaited her on the other side of the newly-opened door - finally, an opportunity to wake<i>up --</i>she began moving toward it with purpose, boots crunching through the glass at her feet and hands moving to brush the bottle's remnants from her jumpsuit, too. This entire time, the woman had only been looking for a way out, and whatever it was she'd gotten herself into, this was the moment where she could end the dream and just get back to her reality. She hoped. Fuck, if this ever happened again, she'd consider turning herself back in just for the comparative predictability of jail.<br/><br/>"You're welcome." She muttered it under her breath as she passed where the spectre had been, but once she was at the door it had opened... the redhead paused. Dark eyes were cast back over her shoulder, a line to the smaller group that still remained at the tree (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a><a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2453" data-username="@Zulma" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2453/">@Zulma</a>), even after one woman had - for the better, it seemed - taken her leave (<a class="username" data-user-id="4708" data-username="@cupid" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4708/">@cupid</a>). Should she go too? Was her reality so much better than this? It looked like they were exploring a second door... beyond which were flowers, once it opened. A whole world. Becca's thoughts raced for a moment, comparing her options more thoroughly. If she stayed, then worst case scenario... she'd die, or maybe go into some sort of coma. Worrying about freedom would be the least of her concerns. Was she that desperate for an escape, though? Was plan D so much more reliable? (Naturally, plans A-C had fallen through.) She bit her lip, watching the group. Would this portal remain if she chose to explore the world here for a while instead...?<br/><br/>No. She didn't have the time for that if she wanted even a chance to finish her escape. That was what she longed for most as she stepped through the gusty portal: freedom. With a windswept whip of red hair and burgundy cotton, she was gone.