Calista stumbled back another step as a whispy voice echoed through her head. The gun slipped from her numb fingers, thudding mutely to the ground without her noticing. She didn't notice the door of the outhouse swing closed on it's own; it was taking all of her self control not to clap her hands over her ears and run like a child. Everything about this-the strange transforming building with it's impossible dimensions, the girl-screamed of not right and in this day and age, not right was dangerous.<br/><br/>"Would you like to be abducted by an alien and tour the universe?"<br/><br/>Calista took one more step back, practically against the building at this point, and shook her head, a twinge of panic in her voice as she responded.<br/><br/>"N-no, no you're not real. I'm having a mental break or I'm delirious and dying of a fever in my house. This isn't real, it can't be. I've finally gone made haven't I? I knew it would happen eventually but why<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>? I'm not that mad."