Where Anyone is Possible
I'm tired of all the things that are happening to me. While the war rages on, I have to sit back and barely help with any of it. I hardly know of anything that's going on, to be honest. I must sit aside and deal with my own personal struggles.
I haven't seen my husband in ages, after telling him that I am not just staying with him for neverending sex.
My daughter, I haven't seen her in forever. I have no clue where she might have run off to.
My other self, the body of the young Victoria, more commonly known as "Tori", has seemed to mysteriously vanished.
And through it all, I hear voices. Mad, screaming voices. I don't believe they are of the dead, but of the living either. I'm afraid I'm going insane...
The voices tell me to do things. Throw whatever is in reach at someone's head, bludge another person's head open.
And every so often, I wake up outside the gates of Consequence, rolling around in the sickening vegatation, and somehow, this is funny...