<i>My head hurts. . .</i>Montag thought. His vision blurred, His body was lying limp inside the bathroom stall, and his blood had splattered against the white tile wall. At the moment he was lost in a dark hollow black oblivion.<i>This is it I'm finally going to die.</i><br/><br/>"You're not to smart are ya Mister?" the voice of a little girl called out. Montag couldn't make the muscles in his jaws to automatically react to the question. It takes him sometime to recuperate struggling against the aching of his throbbing body. The voice seemed to be talking to him telepathically but he didn't realize that Montag was still dazed and he could feel a presence almost watching over him.<br/><br/>"Your a cocky one too, you know you and your friends are going to die. You seem to be the only one who's accepted it though. Bravo." Montag didn't realize it but he was the only person who could hear the voice and once the pain started to fade he felt his jaw moving.<br/><br/>"Don't insult me." He sneered, "they are not my friends but I can't sit around and watch them die."<br/><br/>"Well, whatever Mister. Either way you should have heeded my warning and left the bathroom. I guess I got carried away. I wasn't a bad person before I came here, honest. But this place can change you. I was always a discrete and innocent girl so when I was being picked on by my classmates I would always escape to the bathroom to hide. This place has become my territory of sorts. My. . . Tragic. . .Domain. . . "<br/><br/>"What do you mean by<i>'wasn't a bad person?'</i>"Guy slowly opened his eyes and a blue flame appeared before him. He yelped.<br/><br/>"Don't be scared Mister I'm not going to hurt you." The floating blue flame said trying to console Guy, "I was surprised, I thought you were here to hurt me. I can't come to grips with who I have become and that you can't hurt me. Besides the eternal pain I feel is already great enough."<br/><br/>"Can I ask you something?" Guy proposed.<br/><br/>"Sure Mister." The blue flame replied.<br/><br/>"Where are we?" he asked.<br/><br/>"Well. . . how can I put this?" The blue flame delayed, "THIS school EXISTS in A reality SEPARATE,  from YOUR world."<br/><br/>"Like an alternate dimension?"<br/><br/>"Precisely. In fact, there a nexus of planes of existence in this school not just the one that present here now. I guess if you want to survive you'll need to discover the dimension that's going to lead you home."<i>Crap</i>, Guy thought after regaining his strength back. He leaned forward on the toilet seat and reached to rub the back of his head. It was moist and damp. After realizing it he brought his fingers to his face and saw that his hands were sticky with blood. He was bleeding his head was cracked and he was covered in bruises. He let out an overwhelming sigh.<i>This is just not my day,</i>he thought as he stood up from his seat and made his way to the stall door.<br/><br/>"Thanks," He said to the ghost as he opened the door and limped out, "and if it means anything to you I'm sorry about coming here. You were probably a very sweet little girl I should have been more careful."<br/><br/>"Thank you Mister. And please don't forget what I've told you. . . Don't end up like me." She warned.<br/><br/>"No promises." He finished before turning to see the deranged looking Paige stand still in the bathroom staring at him with her glassy black lined eyes. At first he thought they were covered in a dark mascara that he didn't recognize before. But then he realized that it look like she hasn't been sleeping for months and those were raccoon like circles around her eyes. He skinned was paler and she stared back at him menacingly.<i>I couldn't have been knocked out for that long could I? </i>he thought.<br/><br/>"Hey. . . uh. . . Paige, I was thinking about what you were telling me about what you said earlier. Well not what you said necessarily more like what you didn't say. Well I guess both uh. . ." Guy struggled to find the right words to explain how he was feeling. ". . . maybe I can help too. Maybe we can make it out of here together." Something had change it Guy he didn't appear to be as cynical and rash as he was before.  "I don't want you to die." he reached out to touch her hand and embraced it intimately, squeezing it caring. He needed to touch somebody, anybody, to feel like they were tangible and not in his imagination. What he needed was a friend but he didn't realize that it was going to become a mistake.