Sheena wasn't sure what was going on, but it was nothing good. She felt alone, more alone than usual. This place was dark and creepy, like a ghost town, and she didn't recognize it even a little. The little monsters occasionally darting at the corner of her vision made her on edge. Dressed in little more than a pink nightgown and shorts, she was nonetheless prepared. Because, really, who doesn't sleep with throwing daggers and summoning cards beneath her pillow?

The weirdest thing about this was that Sheena hadn't been sleeping. She'd been consulting Corrine's bell, talking to him as she so often did, and then she was sprawled on her ass in the plaza. Talk about a terrible sense of timing.

She tiptoed along the streets, looking for an exit. It was only more of the same, at least until she spied Lea shuffling along like a zombie. Maybe he knew what was going on? He'd been in Exsilium far longer than she had. And at least... she wouldn't be alone in such a sad, creepy place.

"Lea!" She sprinted over to him, Corrine's collar dangling around her wrist for lack of anywhere else to put it. Her cards and daggers had holsters. Mementos, not so much. "Where are we? What's going on?"

And why did he look like he'd just attended a funeral?