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Sneaking Tiwa into PPC headquarters is rather easy. She actually blends right in with all the other crazed agents. The hallways don't seem to make very much sense. They're all the same uniform gray and there isn't any order to the doors and their labels. The agents look like they came from anywhere; Trill and Mindflayers walk side by side with cat people, hobbits, elves and anything else that can be thrown from any sort of media. And then there were the characters! Oh the characters from everywhere!

There was Legolas and Rincewind and Richard Rhal and even a Jane Austen coming in after being attacked by zombies! There was House and Obi-One Kenobi and Faith and the Doctor. All being led by trained looking professionals and all having a slightly dazed look on their faces.

Most people weren't paying attention to where they were going or downing massive amounts of pills and drinks, bitching about things from fan fic and flowers.

Speaking of Flowers, a log moved by, slightly singed. The people in the hall called out greetings to it. It was named Otik apparently.

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"It's just words."

The blackness vanishes and they were in an un-described room with a girl reading a book.

Endaira Rezagrats was home alone. She had woken up with a small fever and was deemed unfit to go to the penultimate day of school. Her younger brother, to say the least, was pissed that she got to stay home form school and he didn’t. In other words, he “woke up sick” as well, but being six years old, didn’t have the sense to warm the thermometer by means of a hot lightbulb. Her sister, however, left without a care - school was her social hours. And she had a test that day. Endaira’s parents were currently at work and she was sitting up in bed, reading a book. Her dark brown curly hair was pulled back into a frizzy ponytail - stray hairs that were too short to reach (thanks to an encounter with her sister and a pair of scissors when she was younger) sticking up in front. She often thought she looked like a poodle with a bush on its head. Her brown eyes were watery and her nose was red. The waste basket beside her bed was beginning to overflow with used tissues.

"Oh come on..." Alec muttered, "Your hair isn't going to stay frizzy and short if it got cut when you were little."

"That would be weird if it did."

He's scribbling something down. "But it did. The words say so."

"Words lie though and can be bent into pretty shapes."

"Normally, yes, but not when we're in the story."

"So just the fact someone wrote it down makes the story true?"

"When we're in the story, yes. It leads to some interesting... things." As he said this, the story continued with a blinding light.

Slowly, she placed the bookmark in the book and put it down on her night table and stood up. Endaira squinted at the center of the bright light. Just then, the light grew brighter and filled the room. She threw up her arms up to shield her eyes. However, she could still see through her closed eyelids. Finally, the light was gone and when Endaira opened her eyes, she found that two things had happened. The first was that her cold was gone. She no longer felt all stuffed up and feverish. The second was that something had appeared on the hardwood floor in the middle of the room. It was an egg. Endaira stared at it, perplexed. The egg was a pale grey and rather large for a common chicken egg. In fact, it was larger than any egg she’d ever seen. A thought occurred to her suddenly. It could be a dinosaur egg fossil. But how on earth did it end up in Endy’s room? And what was the whole deal with the light?

"So tell me," Alec whispered to Tiwa, "Mysterious object appears on your bed, what's the first thing you'd do?"

"Depends what it is, if its dross then I take it to Mum first to be sure its not some kind of trap and yeah I ask Mum. Shiny things can be dangerous which sort of sucks."

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