<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/marika2_zps7c61426c.jpg)</div><br/>Marika didn't know why she had come. After all, here she was<em>trying</em>to pretend everything was still normal in her life, when it had clearly ceased to have been so for quite a while now. And so, here she was, in her green checked dress, clutching the messenger bag at her side, shivering like a leaf, and apparently following voices in her head. It was what her life had become.<br/><br/>But the good news was that she wasn't crazy after all, as could be seen by looking back at the two women already gathered. In a way, it was comforting to know she was not alone in this. "So... you two... are here too because..." She didn't dare say the rest out loud. At least not yet.