Annalia sat against the wall, waiting for the rest of her group to arrive. normally she would fade out until they showed up, but inside the Hall of Doors time was constant, separate from the rest of the Nexus. her eyes played over the doors in front of her. one with a three triangle symbol, one with a sword, and one with what looked like a turnip painted on it. they had narrowed it down to these three doors, and would vote on it when they got together. personally, she didn't care which they picked, she just wanted to go through one. she leaned her head back and reached up to touch the pendant hanging from her neck. the small cross had been a gift from one of her few friends in the worlds beyond, and the only one who hadn't returned with her when she asked. one day she'd go back, but for now she had other things to deal with.