"...ce." A soft voice screamed in the distance. It was so quiet, but Alice looked up, recognising it as Chesh's, even if it was quiet. In the distance, she could make out the faintest outline of a person, their hands raised towards their mouth, trying to act like a megaphone. "...ice!" Screaming again, even if it was quiet, Alice could make out a slight desperation in her voice. It was similar to when she had first looked at the quill with her glasses and fainted.
"pl.....al...." The terror and desperation cleared as Chesh's voice got louder. Rolling her eyes, Alice stood up, annoyed that she even had to approach Chesh, wondering why she was so far away in the first place.
