Carly could feel nothing; she had succumbed to the stillness. The more she tried to think of her life as a soft body, the further away it seemed to get. This had to be part of the binding; it must be. She was not sure that going through the binding was such a good idea now, but it was too late to go back; now she would have to wait until cycle end before she could do anything about it.
It worried her that the details of her life were slipping away. She tried to remember what it felt like before, what being a soft body was like...but all she felt was the calm of her current situation, and a growing focus on her task of being still, which seemed very important. Hopefully, later she would return to the pedestal outside.
As Carly's world shrank, Dalia's was growing. She had proceeded down the street, looking around, and after a few minutes walk, encountered a man and woman jogging in the early hours of the morning. They nodded politely as they jogged past, and she continued on her way. =They do not see anything odd about me...I am just another one of them.= she thought.
Dalia didn't particularly pay attention to where she was going, observing the sounds of the early morning, and encountering a few more people out at this time. When she suddenly turned into a building, it seemed to make sense...she walked up a flight of stairs, stepped in front of a door, and pulled out the keys she'd seen, and inserted them into the door. It turned. "What is hers is mine now..all that was hers," she mumbled, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
