Two little eight-year-old Graces stare at each other. Each wears the white lab gown…

Adult Grace runs. Her torso is wrapped in old gauze wraps and she favors one side over the other. The world is quiet…

Grace drops through the portal and onto the grey ground. The portal shuts immediately afterwards…

Everything is grey. The buildings, the cars. Everything. What little color there is is muted and washed. It’s quiet. A wind blows through, hardly startling the weeds that pop up in the between the cracks in the pavement, but it makes no sound…

It’s dark. It’s cold.
Where are you?!
Grace tries to speak, but her voice keeps catching. Finally, she manages to quietly beg through her tears.
“Come back! Come back! Please!”

The lights switched on in the room.
“Come on, Grace, time to get up,” said a kind, male voice…