Jude was shocked when she heard the voices. She blinked, staring in the direction they had come from... the door. Here she was in her beloved old clock and there were stranger outside of it! Or perhaps she'd fallen asleep and was dreaming? Yes, that had to be it. She had to be dreaming and if she just pinched herself she'd wake up and then she'd be back on the sofa in the living room. The boots, the poker, the inside of the clock that she remembered so well, they had to all be a dream, an act of her subconscious trying to tell her something.<br/><br/>Maneuvering either arm into a position where she could pinch herself proved difficult and Jude bit her lip before giving a sigh. She supposed she would have to get out of the clock if she wanted to pinch herself and be free of this scary dream. She pressed her body against the door, rocked back and then rocked into it, senting it flying open and her falling to land with a thud and sprawl on the floor. Her chin hit the stone hard and she blinked, staring foreward, at those boots.<br/><br/>With a scream, Jude sat up and clonked her head hard against the door of the clock, causing it to swing shut. She yelped in shock... dreams weren't supposed to hurt... not physically... Her hand shot to the back of her head, holding it, eyes wide open. They were rather remarkable eyes at that, deep brown with itty bitty flecks of gold, emerald, and saphire then rimmed with a sort of dark golden color. These eyes looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings and then stared fearfully at the boots before she reached out a small hand and whacked down hard on the toe. "What h-have y-ou don't t-to me you st-stupid b-b-b-boo-oo-oots!" She burst into tears, overwhelmed.