Into The Dreamland.

Ly opened her eyes to bright, round orbs floating above her. Her body was bound to a hospital bed, brightly colored wires sprang from her head- in every direction- into various machines that displayed her brain without privacy.

Dr. Wilcox pushed up her glasses with the tip of her pen. "Administer the sedative, Maddy, please." She said as she rested the pen on her bottom lip, looking with interest from machine to machine.

There came a peculiar moment when Ly envisioned herself as bowl of spaghetti. Her legs curled up towards her chest and her limbs splayed out in a pocket of comfort. She held the image in her head and the rest of her thoughts seemed to dissolve. She was welcoming this sleep.

Dr. Wilcox sat up to activity displayed on the screens. "She's almost there." She whispered as she wrote on her chart. She closed her eyes and reached into her pant pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. With a sigh Dr. Wilcox walked over to the bed and gently unfolded Ly's clenched hand and placed the paper in her tired grip. She hid the hand under the blanket and hovered over the sleeping girl's exposed ear, "Give this to David, please, if you find him."

Every instinct and intuition awoke in Ly and she quickly opened her eyes to an eerie darkness. Her eyes adjusted with protest and a faint screech lingered in the high skies. She was laying in a bed of high grass as dead as the sense of safety right now.