Being alone was something Judy had never before truly experienced. There had been moments that came close, sure, but growing up with two-hundred-and-seventy-five siblings had made those occasions few and far between. Other than that, only two occasions came to mind. The first being the brief moment at the sky trams when she had nearly lost her dream, and the second being her time spent running the veggie stand. Physically, she hadn't been alone, but emotionally…
She squeezed the not-quite-soft-enough life-size fox plushy with bright-green button eyes and a navy police uniform just a little tighter. She felt that if she didn't, what was left of her would surely fade into the place she knew too much of her already had. She had trouble remembering things that should have been obvious; her parent's names, her apartment address, things like that. But there were other things too, things she knew she should remember but couldn't recall exactly what they were.
The endless shadows didn't help either.
She had found herself huddled with the fox toy in the midst of a seemingly endless plane of darkness, unable to escape because there was nowhere to escape to, and as time went on, she wasn't sure there was any reason to escape. The only thing besides her and the plushy was the huge window-like screen that provided her with a view of what she had to constantly remind herself was the real world. She had no control, she knew, she was merely a passenger in her own body, and although she couldn't recall exactly why, it was a concept that made her quite angry.
She knew that her physical form was tended to exclusively by a shapely white vixen, and only occasionally was she escorted from the large white room granted her for a dose of the poison that kept her locked out of her own head. She hated these because afterwards she always felt like she was missing even more, but not what was missing. Big gaps were forming, she could tell, but she didn't know what had filled them. She had only one thing inside her mental sanctuary, and that was her green-eyed police officer fox plushy which she held onto with all her might.
Sleeping was something she found to provide some respite, but it didn't come often, so she was usually stuck with holding her one beloved possession and watch through her own eyes the white canopy of the much too large bed in the white room, trying to remember his name.
The frantic fluttering was heard long before it reached his small window, so when the tiny winged form crashed into Nick as he threw open the portal he wasn't that surprised.
"Scraggles?" he asked in confusion before he realized that the bat was indeed Charlie's tiny informant. "What is it?"
The bat gasped silently for several seconds, catching his breath. Once recovered, he looked straight at Nick and slowly and deliberately mouthed;
"Found her."