Marigold stared at the stars. The distant planets she saw. Then she looked to her girlfriend- her beloved Olive. Olive was holding on to her wrists tight, trying to pull her with. But Marigold wasn't chosen. She wasn't meant to go on with Olive.

'Olive, let her go!' The stranger yelled, trying to coax Olive back. That she wasn't worth the risk. 'I CAN'T LEAVE HER! PLEASE- take her with!'

Marigold had felt horrible. She understood. She nodded at the stranger. Told Olive to lead the objects of Image to wherever they were off to. And she let go.

Marigold blinked once. Twice. Tried to sit up- but just fell again. She felt like jello. Was this what happened when you died? Or was she in the corruption?

Successful this time, she sat up in a daze. "What the hell...." She groaned, shaking her head. Marigold looked up.

Grass. Houses. Other- other beings? She saw movement far away from where she was in the plot of grass she had- what she guessed- fallen in. She sat in the grass. Marigold was lost. She didn't know WHERE she was- or Olive, for that matter-, WHAT was going on- or if she was even dead.

If she was even dead...