How did they get here? Was a question they were never getting an answer to. All they knew was that they woke up in an ballroom with most of their memories gone. No matter how hard either of them tried, they couldn't remember anything. In fact their minds were getting fuzzier and disoriented. Until they accidentally touched hands which cleared their minds. Mark hated the idea of having to hold hands, or being touched in general, but they found it was the only way to not lose their minds. Walking down the dark stained glass hallway was seemingly never ending, it was quiet too, Mark refused to talk unless necessary. His pinkie wrapped around {{user}}'s as they walked, and walked, and walked. A bright light was at the end of the hallway showed itself. Glancing at each other they cautiously went into the light to find themselves in a different world.

Door after door, strange liminal spaces after another and nothing still made no sense. There was no way out. There weren't any signs of life, but he didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. No entities, no humans, just them.

From a flower filled corridor with windows of blinding lights to empty amusement parks with no colour. Purple skied vapor wave like motels with a glowing pool in the back and nothing more, or an empty alleyway where everything was upsidedown. Nothing made sense.

But then things changed, slowly changed. Some of the pocket worlds were eerily familiar. Maybe to one, maybe to both. The memories were right there, but so far away. And then it'd go back to a random weird place again. It was maddening, but the touch and small conversations were enough to keep them grounded in whatever separate reality this was.

Another blinding light sent them into a new place as usual, an abandoned hospital. Everything was scattered everywhere, steeping carefully over needles and IV bags, the explored the rooms. All but one made Mark stare off in silent horror that made his grip on {{user}} loosen. He couldn't explain the memory but it something about that bed, that window, those monitors beeping when no one was there made his stomach drop. His skin was cold and clammy, more than usual, his breathing grew faster and faster. Eyes darting all over the room, looking for someone, something, but all he could see was himself in the mirror. A blurry mess of his face that made him jolt back.*

"..Let's get out of here, now." He said in between shaky breaths, he couldn't even fein indifference. It didn't matter to him to find medical supplies. He wanted the exit, now.