“You know what they say about third times.”

She opens her eyes.

Now there are three of her. 

The newest self is silver, soft yet so certain. Her presence is frail and monochromatic. One might almost label her ethereal in nature. Perhaps, we think, she is made of clouds.

“We’ve spoken,” whispers the cloud self to the girl. “We will take you to the exit.” 

Before we get a chance to wrap our brains around anything, Cloud walks out of the Cave. The girl stumbles to her feet. She shoots a lost expression at Color, who is staring at the floor, then at Wood, who simply gestures towards the mouth of the cave. The girl turns and catches up with Cloud as Color and Wood walk behind her. 

As they exit the cave, the girl closes her eyes to prepare for the pain. 

After several moments, she opens her eyes again.