"Someone is forcefully waking us up," Elena exclaimed, looking up at the collapsing plane.
"Could it be Ossa?!" Bel wondered. "There might be an emergency," she added, believing that could be the only reason for such a forceful wakeup.
From how her mind's world was collapsing, she could tell that whatever was being used to wake her up was strong, probably smelling salts.
"I have a bad feeling about this, but just in case, let's allow it. If anything happens, you should be strong enough to handle it," Elena said.
After which, she turned into a ball of golden light, entering the teenage girl's body.
"I hope all is well," Bel muttered, bracing herself as her mind's world completely shattered, her consciousness forcefully pulled into reality.
...
Bel's sense of smell was assaulted by the strong, pungent smell of smelling salts, her nose scrunching in discomfort.
"Good morning," a hoarse, seemingly creepy voice resounded in her ears.
