Olivia woke up, feeling exhausted and sore. She pinched her nose, eyes dragging around the room, some posters— though it looked rather barren. The place was familiar, it was obvious it was May’s house. She could vaguely remember stumbling to her doorstep, bleeding and on the verge of passing out.

Everything felt.. foggy, though.

After sitting for quite a while, Liv walked down the stairs, met by the living room. The one they once hugged in, argued in.. she could remember ruining it during her exploits. There was a breeze coming from one of the broken windows.

When she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes darted to a short woman- greyed hair.. May.

After a moment, she was met by May’s simple words; ”Are you still on solid food, or did you go back to that food replacement muck?” as she cooked eggs and toast, not making eye contact.