AN: This idea just popped into my head, and I had to get it out. Badly. I have no idea when I will add more to this; it might be a day, it might be a month. Just saying that in case anyone cares.

Anyway, here goes.

Emi looked down at her legs. She hated this dream. She hated it more than anything. It always stuck with her for the rest of the day. But she didn't cry this time.

"Screw it. I'm going to enjoy it, just this once." Her voice sounded a little heavier than usual, but whatever. It wasn't going to stop her from taking over this dream.

She stood up, making fists with her toes, feeling the carpet. She had a soft smile on her face. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be bare-foot. Some small part of her mind must have held onto it for all those years. It's funny, the things that you can get nostalgic about. She bent her knees, going up and down, then started to do lunges. She moaned softly as she felt herself stretch out, and her smile got a little wider. She even giggled a bit. She wasn't going to let this get on top of her, not today. Yeah, maybe she'd get a little sad when she woke up, but it wasn't going to dominate her. She was eighteen years old; it was about time she kicked this thing to the curb.

She stood up, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She cracked her neck, and then went to grab her foot with the opposite hand, looking to hold it behind her while she stood and stretched her thighs.

She missed.

"The hell?" She tried again. She missed again.

"Oh, come on," she grumbled, "just as I was getting the hang of this." She went to brush the red hair out of her eyes. She missed.

She grumbled some more and shook her head, looking to clear her vision, but she caught sight of an annoyed looking Rin. She gave her a nod, "Hey, what's up?"

Rin pantomimed her perfectly, but didn't say anything.

Emi rolled her eyes. This dream started sad, got uplifting, and now was just plain weird. She decided to just go with the flow until she woke up. She walked over to Rin, saying, "Hey, lookie what I got!"

Rin pantomimed her perfectly, but didn't say anything.

Emi narrowed her eyes, annoyed herself, "I'd figured you'd have arms or something. This is just kind of boring and childish."

Rin didn't answer.

Emi was actually a little upset. She went to give Rin a light shove. It was just a dream, anyway. Heh, maybe now was her chance to grab Rin by the shoulders and ask her to stop being so weird. Nah, if Rin didn't act weird, she wouldn't be Rin; she'd be no fun. She still went to shove Rin, though.

She never reached Rin. Rin pointed a stump at her.

Now Emi was somewhat concerned. She went to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She missed. She looked closer at Rin. Rin was in a window. No.

Rin was in a mirror.

Rin's eyes were getting really wide. So was her mouth. Rin was stammering something at the same time Emi was. Funny, it sounded a lot like Rin.

Then Emi heard Emi yell, and it was followed by a thud. It sounded like it was coming through the wall. Emi ran to the door, and tried to open it.

She missed. She kicked the handle. It opened, but only because the handle got stuck in her pants leg, ripping it somewhat as she pulled back. She didn't stop to think about it, and ran into the hallway. She could hear a muffled moan coming from behind a door, and she stepped up to it. She briefly glanced at the room number, but figured she was seeing things. It couldn't be that number, it just couldn't.

She hammered her head into the door to knock, then wondered why she just didn't kick it.

Emi heard her own voice, albeit rather monotone, answer her, "Emi? Is that you?"

"Um, yes! Who is that?"

"Me. Talking to me. But me says Emi. I'm rhyming now, and I think I swallowed a whole bunch of helium in my sleep. Also, I've fallen and can't get up."

"Hold on!" Emi kicked at the door, but almost fell over when the handle wouldn't budge. "Dammit! Rin, the door's locked!"

"Oh. When did I do that? And when did I paint this room orange? And get really bad taste?"

"Just open the damn door!"

Rin, or, Emi, or, Rin? Rin was on the other side of the door, so Rin grumbled something, and then there were sounds like something slapping at the floor. Rin asked, "Do I just turn the little thingy in the handle?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, alright, calm down." The handle was jostled as Rin slapped at it. When it stopped, Rin said, "Okay, the good news is that it's unlocked. The bad news is, I have no idea on how I'm going to open this. My feet look all weird n' stuff."

"Stand back!" Emi yelled. She kicked at the door, and missed horribly. All she managed to do was land on her back and yelp in pain.

"Emi?"

"Um... I've fallen and can't get up."

Rin sighed. "Hold on, I have an idea." Rin let out a few grunts, and then said in a strained manner, "...okay, I hope this works..."

The door slowly swung open, and Emi just stared, wide-eyed. She saw herself doing a hand-stand, pushing the door open with the stumps of her legs. Hand-stand Emi then locked eyes with Emi, and blinked a few times. They stared at each other like that for a few moments. A girl walked past them, shaking her head.

Hand-stand Emi then spoke, "Freaky."

Emi gritted her teeth, "Well, can I come in?"

"Yeah, I guess. Well, you better. Your shirt's open." Hand-stand Emi dropped to the floor and rolled inside.

Emi yelped again when she saw that her shirt was indeed open, and rolled inside herself, kicking the door shut behind her.