[Being in the hospital has apparently brought out Aisling's petulant, childish side. She's looking much better - only a little bit of a shadow around the eyes.]

Took them long enough... They're finally letting me out! But they won't let me without an adult supervisor. Shows how much they know.



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[Aisling is walking - not running, but walking for once - along the edge of the forest, inspecting everything with an air of relieved glee and unbounded joy. Every flower, every tree, gets its own touch and a silent word. She kneels down in the new grass to run her hands through it.]

[Some people might be glad to find out that they're no longer fictional. Some might maturely go about the sudden news with dignity and caution. Others might dive into the opportunity to learn about the "real world" as much as they can, quickly coming to terms with their new lives. Surely, a few have taken the most rational routes possible or even found humor in their new whereabouts.

Alisha is in none of those categories.]

Someone needs to tell me wot the fuck is going on right now.

[Does she believe anything the hospital staff told her? No. Not in the least. Actually, she's of the opinion that some storm-empowered jerk is running around, using his power to change everything up, some way, somehow. At any rate, there has to be someone in this God-forsaken place that knows what's truly going on; without any way of knowing where to even begin looking for a person, she turns to mass video.]

At the very least, please tell me someone else out there doesn't believe all that hospital doctor bullshit.