Grace looked around the alleyway, burning the details of it into her mind. That done, she closed her eyes and remembered.
A cave, solitude echoing.
She vanished.
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Grace opened her eyes in a cavern. Relatively small, dimly lit. Home. Various items lay scattered on the floor. She walked over to one of them, a heavy stone pot about half as tall as she was, etched with archaic symbols. She pulled out the vial that had contained the antidote and inspected it. Satisfied, she placed the vial in the jar, took out her healing ointment, and poured some in. The white liquid vaporized as it entered the pot, and the vial began to slowly refill.
Satisfied, she snatched a notebook from off of a table, closed her eyes, and remembered again.
An alleywank, dank with despair and desperation.
She reappeared.