Reality is a lot like gravity, it serves to help and bring order and as long as you obeyed its laws it rarely turned against you.

However unlike gravity, reality had a nasty habit of taking unscheduled vacations leaving its residents floating blissfully in the clouds, blind to the on goings below.

Of course, reality always had to return at some point always without warning or care and just like gravity it always brought those above ground level crashing down sometimes with the same devastation as leaping off a five story building.

But hey it was just doing its job.

Barb had always known this to some extent, but had never actually felt it until a second ago.

In her haste she had almost knocked Brent into the now off food processor, he let out a very girly shriek in response and went clambering behind Earl.

For the next few minutes everything seemed to go in slow motion, she found her legs and to some extent her arms refused to carry her any further and she ended up dragging herself rather ungracefully through the relatively contained red mess on the otherwise spotless floor, it soaked through her vest and tinted her hair a shade darker, in a morbid way she was reminded of sloshing through puddles after a storm, but instead of dripping wet Barb was beginning to feel sticky by the time she reached Chester's side. At some point she slipped and landed on his elbow, she took note of the unnatural sharpness that bruised her snout.

Somewhere in the room there was a loud low pitched whine that reverberated off the walls followed by loud chirps and the scuttling of many feet, the Foodimals had gone, more than likely taking Flint and his friends with them.

Barb thrived on instruction, now she was without it and felt hopelessly lost.

Barb sat back looking desperately around the room for someone, anyone to tell her what to do.

It struck her that she was completely alone, she didn't like it she wondered if was too late to follow Flint and his friends, they would no doubt he headed back to the mountain but Barb quickly decided she wouldn't be much help in her current state.

Barb sat for another minute staring at the door.

Then it occurred to her that maybe it would be best if she checked Chester's pulse, that was the most logical course of action in a situation like this after all . With this in mind she calmed herself enough to busy herself with straightening his arm enough to look for a pulse.

Afterwards perhaps she'd call the police but probably not.

Barb had taken great pains to obtain the lab cart which doubled as a gurney and after draping a thick quilt over its tightly swaddled occupant, Barb was able to move freely from floor to floor without question until she reached the hidden elevator that led to the main labs.

Barb was stunned to see Sam sitting in the lobby, but thankfully the blonde didn't see her and she wouldn't have to answer any questions at that moment.

Back in the processing room Barb had found what she was looking for a pulse, faint but most certainly there, it was then that Barb set off in hopes of finding a stretcher of sorts, apparently stretchers weren't a common thing to keep in labs but she managed to retrieve a lab cart from a horrified intern who Barb had approached before remembering she was still covered in blood, she didn't have to worry about making excuses though the intern had simply ran off screaming, she would probably quit, but Barb wasn't worried about that at the moment. After wheeling away the lab cart Barb had managed find several sheets used for transporting experiments between buildings without scarring new workers, she had also stopped to gather several supplies she thought she would need. After returning to the food processing room and loading Chester onto the cart she was overjoyed when he had woken up for the briefest of moments and managed to carry on a short conversation.

Though it hadn't gone as she had hoped.

Barb couldn't believe her ears when she heard her name, maybe she had thrown him on the cart a tad bit to hard or maybe it was coincidence either way Barb didn't care, she looked at him gleefully as if nothing horrible had happened, as if he hadn't attempted murder thirty five minutes ago one that she would have unknowingly assisted him in.

"Sir what now?" Barb asked quickly. hoping for an immediate response which didn't come, instead he stared at her in confusion before frowning.

"Stop waking me up."

Barb stared back at him now confused. "What?"

"We have one week until the release." He continued sounding more like a recording than a person. "I have to meet Rachel in the morning, and this is the fifth time you've woken me up you're not helping Barb." He finished at the same time Barb said.

"You did that last week." She paused, mumbling. "You said that last week."

To this Chester didn't respond for he had gone back to 'sleep' and didn't show signs of waking back up anytime soon.

Barb reached her destination, a private lounge thankfully it was empty and Barb locked the door behind her to keep it that way.

Removing the top quilt, Barb used it to line on of the many orange sofa's for protection even though she doubted anyone who used the lounge would complain about bloodstains, Barb believed in cleanliness.

She then quickly rolled Chester off the cart and on the sofa, silently hoping would be enough to jar him awake again, it didn't but his arm did make an interesting crunching noise when it met the couch.

Barb shrugged going to collect the other items underneath the cart, suddenly thinking about Sam, she knew she would have to deal her sooner or later and Barb knew exactly which course of action the girl would want to take.

While part of her agreed it was fair, the larger more pressing part of her had reverted back to three years ago and it made her antsy to think of anything further happening to him, there wasn't as much confliction as she would have liked and she felt more than a little guilty as she retrieved a roll of gauze and padding.

A/N.

Church is over and here is the new chapter! I read over but still if you find any mistakes please, please tell me okay?

Thanks!

For Barb, I'm basing her reactions and actions primarily off of myself.

The next chapter will be up after I read over it and such.

God bless you, now I must run off to work on my other story which hasn't been updated in like a year.