A/N: Welcome to Season 4. Are we ready for this? We are nearing the End of this beauty.
Roxy lay completely paralysed.
Her chest heaved with rapid, shallow gasps, her lungs burning as they pulled in the stale, smog-tainted air of Earth.
Her mind was caught in a horrific, whiplashing limbo between the majestic, volcanic peaks of the Beastworld and the suffocating, beige walls of her apartment.
There was no way this was happening right now.
For a few seconds, her brain desperately tried to protect her. The sudden, violent sensory shift made her believe that the last three years of her existence had merely been a prolonged, vivid hallucination.
A coma dream. A coping mechanism conjured by a dying girl in a hospital bed.
But as the initial, blinding wave of adrenaline slowly began to recede, the brutal, physical reality of her body violently asserted itself.
Roxy shifted her weight against the couch cushions, intending to sit up and rub the sleep from her eyes.
