“Yeah, something like that…” Harmony muttered, listening for any sounds coming from anywhere around them. Nothing. It was quiet. Too quiet.
“The Doctor…” Harmony whispered. “I haven’t seen him in awhile, actually. He’d be rather convenient to have around now, don’t you think?”
Suddenly, the footsteps began again. More than one set this time. They were becoming heavier and heavier as they approached, and Harmony bit her lip, thinking of what the options were at the moment. “I think we need to sneak out of this room…” Harmony told the girl, “You can tell me more about yourself as we try to find a way out. These things… they’re messing with the hospital so we can’t escape. They’re moving doors, rooms, staircases… we need to stick together.”
Alivia got up and looked around.
"No more about me. But … this was my room so if I remember correctly" she said, moving over to a broom closet. She opened it and smiled. "I stocked up." She tossed you a rifle. "My dad’s. He was in the army so permited to have them." She grabbed one herself.
"Also you can’t remember anything that we did together. If you do one of two things will happen. Maybe both. Either your brain dies as you really shouldn’t remember. Or it creates a paradox so big that it could wipe out New York City. Love that city!" Alivia said, checking to see if her rifle was stocked.
"You got bullets?" she asked. She looked at you. It was weird. She seemed to look perfect with the gun, yet it was terrifying.
"And I need that man almost every second."