[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b]Hallway
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	The fire alarm hit Mary Sue with a shock, but one that was ultimately helpful for her. It gave her something to do, a thing she could accomplish and follow through on without much to think about. Nebulously, she looked around, and rubbed her head. She was going to get a headache from this, not that she didn't have one already. Diverting her eyes from the bright lights as she made her way through, perhaps moving more quickly than she would even normally.

	Soon enough, she found herself out on the front lawn, and exhaled, relieved from the death of the sensory nightmare she'd just gone through. She looked at where she was, a part of her almost broke again. It felt like a thousand years ago, when she'd just come here. The word [i]here[/i] echoed through her head a bit, at the complicated nature of what that word meant, but she understood it well enough. she gradually went about the process of making herself a part of the crowd, wondering what on Earth could have caused this.