Ella blinked her eyes open from where she lay in the bushes. She wrinkled her nose. Bushes? "What the..."

She stood up and looked around her, taking note of the things she saw. A building that might be a school, cherry blossom trees dotted around, a separate building across from the first, a black notebook laying not too far away, more bushes- wait. Since when are there cherry blossoms in Los Angeles? And why was she in a bush in the first place?

She stood up, wiping leaves off of her skirt. She froze. Skirt?

Looking down, she saw her outfit for the first time. She bit back a scream. Why was she dressed like a Japanese school girl?!

Calm down, Ella, she thought to herself, trying to control her breathing. This is probably just some really weird dream.

As she looked around her, trying to gain her bearings, something caught her eye through a window. No, wait. Someone.

Someone who looked suspiciously like a fictional anime murderer.

Her eyes widened and she looked away. No, no, no, this is the worst dream ever. Why the hell would she dream of Death Note when she hadn't seen or read it since she was twelve?

Wait. Death Note. Her eyes darted to the innocent looking black notebook she had noticed before. She bit her lip and clenched her fists, stumbling slightly as she backed away. Oh hell no.

Turning away from the notebook, she walked a few steps, then paused. Was she really going to allow all those people's deaths to happen just to keep herself out of trouble?

Slowly, she turned around and crouched near the Death Note. Am I really that selfish that I would run away rather than prevent anything from happening in the first place? Even if this is all a dream? Am I really that much of a coward? She scrutinized it some more before standing up again. Turning away, she once again made eye contact with Light Yagami.

Hell yeah I am.

She ran.