|My own version of a fella i designed based on Linkin-D's gothic Fella-ette icon.|
The Exchange part 3The Exchange part 3 by toddlergirl
The minute Anya stepped out of their door Sandra felt different, within mere seconds she was feeling sleepy and light headed. Sandra looked at her surroundings as Anya walked with her strapped to the baby carrier on her chest. It looked more like an office block, or a hospital, there were loads of closed doors down a long straight corridor, harsh lighting overhead, it all looked official and efficient, some of the doors had notices on them, but Sandra realised to her dismay that the words looks unrecognisable, they represented symbols she had never seen on earth. She really was going to have to learn to read all over again. Sandra suddenly realised she felt excitement at that thought, tackling such a task would be challenging yet rewarding. She wondered how long it would be before she'd be allowed to read.
"The writing over there." Sandra pointed at the nearest door they passed with a notice on it. "What does