It was a few weeks later. She’d started to notice a lot of strange happenings, and she would end up in the void every couple days. It was, again, in class, time for… She didn’t remember, or care; she was back.
“Mr. Voice!” Her calls were answered with more stifling silence. At least this time she’d started out with a body. “I still don’t know where I am… But I'm back!”
“You need to understand where.” She jumped – The voice brought with it random splashes of navy blue and black. For once, in all the times she’d been here, she could see!
“But I have no idea! Come on, a hint?” The voice was much clearer than its first few sentences last time, and it groaned.
“Listen! Listen and think and remember! You need no ‘hints’!” Kiki frowned and crossed her arms. Listen for what? There wasn’t anything to hear except the voice. She was thinking – it was all she could really do except some basic movements – and there was nothing substantial she could possibly remember about empty space and bodiless men talking to her in said space.
“Okay, the pocketwatch is definitely related to… All this. Me being here. But where is here? It’s empty!” She threw her arms outward and shouted.
“Is it really empty?” Light green now, turquoise almost, flew across her vision. She couldn’t tell why or what it was, but it whispered too, differently than the voice. She was a little startled when more colours came to being, with more voices. Women, men, children, even animal’s voices appeared with colours accompanying them, spinning and twisting and flying about.
“Wh-What’s going on? Are there more of… You?” The voice got closer, almost like the one it belonged to was standing beside her.
“As far as I know, there exists one of my kind here. These are definitely more plentiful.” Kiki raised a brow, not that she knew if this being could see her. “Earthly creatures are a very numerous demographic.” She staggered backwards – or, well, she assumed she did.
“E-Earthly creatures! You mean…” She gasped and her stomach turned upside in her gut. “Oh geez, am I somewhere… Like the afterworld?” The voice’s tone was similar to someone’s when shaking their head.
“No, but at least you’re not afraid of your theories anymore.” Kiki was still reeling. The voices were loud, and they echoed and there were so many – was this how Andrew felt for most of his life? She covered her ears and curled over herself, putting her forehead on her knees.
“No- No! I can’t-” she shrieked and whimpered loudly, screaming over the voices as best as she could. She wasn’t sure, but there was a ghost of a touch lingering on her shoulder.
“Kiki, are you alright?” Her screaming drowned out his voice as well. “Kiki. Kiki!”
She blacked out.
