Lyra woke up with a gasp. Her breathing was erratic and her eyes streamed with tears. She had a hard time calming herself; once she did, another shock awaited her. Her eyes roamed around her surroundings. Dark peach-colored walls were visible even though there was not enough light inside the room except for dim bedlight. The next thing that caught her eye was her study table and the maroon curtains covering the window.
Dread started to creep into her heart when she finally realized that she was back in her old world. The room and bed that she was lying on felt both familiar and unfamiliar. She hurriedly got down from the bed and ran inside the bathroom. Switching on the light, she stared at herself in the mirror after tugging her t-shirt. There was nothing. Only her clear skin reflected in the mirror. This time almost desperately, she looked at her wrist but found nothing.
