Joyce slept for a long, long time.
It felt like she had a long dream, a dream that was pure white and couldn't be seen. She felt like she was back to when she was still a child, stumbling, running all the time, running and running, and suddenly the whole world was quiet and she was the only one left.
She looked around in a panic, no one was there.
She was lost and couldn't find her mom and dad. She was so anxious that she cried, but there was nothing she could do and no one responded to her.
She could only go on alone, alone.
A sense of powerlessness, helplessness, fear and confusion caused her to break out in a cold sweat.
Her eyes snapped open, muddled, surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, cold-toned walls, cold-toned furniture.
For a moment, she couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. Turning her head gently, she saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Was it ... Cecelia?
Not sure, she carefully searched her memory of Cecelia, and she tried hard to think about every details of her.
It is indeed Cecelia, the years have not left too many traces on her face, it is still the same as she remembered her. So, is she still dreaming? Just from one dream, to the middle of another dream?
Clearly Cecelia is in a coma, clearly Cecelia is still trapped in the secret hospital, still under the siege of Otis.
How is it possible, at this moment, to appear in front of her eyes?
It must be her, anxious inside, pining for the disease, overly repressed because she wanted so much to get her parents out.
When she was a child, she lost her parents and now it had been twenty years.
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