"Where am I?" Yori asked himself aloud. It had a bit of a rhetorical element to it. While he knew that he was inside Yumi's conscious mind, it was easy to forget. The familiar was something very familiar. A weird sense of reality and fantasy. Things appeared real and his body knew that they were real. Yet his mind knew better. It did everything it could to prove it was right.
That effort left him feeling almost queasy like he had a stomach flu. Trying to keep from throwing up and hold it together. He did not remember feeling that part before. 'Everything in here feels heightened. Like everything wants me to leave.' A very hostile intent hovered through the air. It took getting through the unease for him to pick up on it.
"This is very wrong. Yumi isn't like this."
The space suddenly cha
