Christia rolled over on her bed "Mmmm….," she moaned, "Ymir?" Christia opened her eyes. Ymir was sitting up. Her eyes were glowing a menacing white "Ymir?," muttered Christia, "What's gotten into you?" Ymir just sat there with a blank look on her face. "Ymir?" Christia gave her a pat on the back. Ymir turned over to face Christia, "Nothing is wrong with me," she said blankly, "everything..is perfectly fine" She put her hands around Christia's neck. "Ack!," shrieked Christia. She pushed Ymir into a wall,"Please don't do that!" Ymir crashed into a wall. She blacked out. "Oh, god!" Christa ran over to Ymir's unconscious body. She picked her up and lay her on the bed.
A few hours later, Ymir woke up. "Mmhmm…," she mumbled, "what happened?" Christa brimmed. She was relieved to see her friend was ok. "Christia?" she muttered, "I felt like I had a bad dream. Do you know what happened?" Christia held Ymir's hand. "I'm just glad to see you're okay"