The sun hung over the city of Seattle as a girl slept in her room in the early morning. The small window was letting long streams of light on the bed and lit up her room with dusty rays. She muttered something from her dreams as she rolled over. It was barely 7:00 when her clock started buzzing loudly at her. She jumped and jerked her head up. “Where’s the damn fire?” she said grumpily to her clock. When her only answer was more buzzing, she used just enough energy to turn off the alarm and ...

She was falling. Slowly, but still falling. It hadn’t occurred to her that she couldn’t tell how she knew she was falling, for everything was pitch black. She finally hit the floor softly as she landed on her feet. Although she couldn’t see, she remained calm and calculating, and began pondering where she was. The place was desolate, or so she assumed. The darkness swallowed everything, but she could still see herself quite clearly. She did not continue this line of thought however, as flame...