Time passed, slowly. Kelly lay awake in her bed. Something was going on, yet she could not tell what it was. It was like she was viewing an image through frosted glass, it was right in front of her, yet she did not see it. She sat up, breifly looking at the lone gas lamp beside her. She reached to the back of her head, and untied the bandages. The white fabric slid away, dropping unoticed onto the concrete floor as Kelly made her way to a small mirror, the size of her hand. Her left eye possessed a swirling swastika, the pupil there was blue, while the other, non-affected eye was red. She closed her eyes, who was she really?<br/><br/>Now, she picked up the bandage and retied them so that it concealed her liquid eye. She opened her drawer andd from it, took out a black eye-patch, what were Ebio and Durjaya doing now? Sleeping? not very likely. And that Puppeteer fellow, he had a strange aura about him, was he even human? She sighed and tried to sleep again.<br/><br/>(Okay, for those who are Alive, I will still continue posting so long as someone is post. Finish the fight I say.)