--A loud crash was heard from outside Rama's Corner as Gitane stumbled distractedly into a pile of garbage. She stared down at the spill of metal and food in what almost seemed to be awe. Her knees began to slacken and she quickly pulled away, shutting her pale eyes. Why must everything be so clouded, yet so painfully vivid?

Blurred images whirled through the demi-Falleen's mind as her hand fell against a wall to keep her small frame from toppling to the ground. A distraught plead for help escaped her lips as she grasped the other hand to her head. The past and present rotated in her vision, blending the two to where it was near impossible to tell apart. The girl let out a soft cry as she crumpled to her knees with meager whimpers.--