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There was a murmur from below as the crouching, saucer eyed man reached out, then paled into obscurity...
The girl's eyes crept half open. The dull cast of summer rain, looming behind closed curtains flooded her senses for a brief moment, before she closed her eyes tight again. The clock on the coffee machine ticked over to 6:02am. For a second the girl became partially animate, as she stretched out on the double bed making a barely audible squeal, but as soon as the magic was there, it was gone. The sound of the pillow moving close to her ear, mixed with the distant muted drone of the rain, and the gutters overspilling from the roof outside, sent her back from where she came.

She arrived in a blur back into a dream, standing outside the entrance to a dilapidated block of flats. Two glass automatic doors which had lost their function led into a small porch, which in turn led into a large, predominantly featureless room. The only thing that could have been deemed notable was the black and white tiled floor, most of whose tiles had been cracked or smashed by thin roots which had started to spread sporadically over the surface. The girl pressed the sides of her hands up to the glass door and peered in. The glass was quite hot to touch, as if warmed by the sun, and was also very dirty. Some green, powdery residue stuck to her skin but she didn't seem to mind, her eyes just continued to dart around the interior of the building.

She noticed a strange smell in the air, like gasoline, white spirit, and rusted metal. She couldn't quite place it, but a sense of unerring nostalgia welled within her. Suddenly, the entire pane of glass which she was leaning against came loose and fell forward, and so did she.