The next time Nica comes to, the room still isn't green. Instead, it's blindingly white.

She briefly wonders if it had all been a dream, if it's still her first night after being transferred to Harrogate.

But no. She's being far too hopeful. That is not the case. This...

This looks like a hospital room. A real hospital room, which doesn't make sense either.

Did Tiffany take Nica, who the world now perceives to be a wanted serial killer, to a hospital? Perhaps she shouldn't expect reasonable decision-making from someone like Tiffany, but she's surprised she risked that. Especially when Nica could use a situation like this to her advantage.

If the staff here haven't figured out who she is, then she has to take the opportunity to try and escape while she's alone. That's the priority. Get away from the more dangerous half of this twisted couple she's gotten tangled up with, and worry about purging out the half stuck inside of her later.

Nica twists the ring that's still on her finger. She'll figure out what all that was about later, too.

She ought to get out of this hospital gown. Sneaking out of here will be easier if she isn't wearing it. A neatly folded pile of clothes is sitting on a chair beside the bed. She reaches for it.

The door opens.

Shit.

She quickly retracts her hand.

"Nica!" Tiffany cries. She rushes over with her arms outstretched and before Nica knows it, Tiffany is pressing her red lips against her cheek and pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. "You scared the crap out of me. The doctor said you should be fine, though. They just want to monitor you for a bit. How're you feeling?"

Nica attempts to mask the persistent feeling of confusion this whole situation is giving her. "Fine."

"That's good. Oh!" Tiffany finally pulls away and starts digging in her purse. Anxiety begins to squeeze Nica's lungs and she hopes the other woman isn't about to pull out a needle or something. "I got you a few things from the vending machine."

A packet of peanut butter sandwich cookies and a small bag of pretzels—both of which are snacks Nica does quite like—are deposited onto her lap alongside a bottle of water.

Maybe Tiffany simply got lucky with her picks? Or maybe...

"You know, I can't believe that—" As she begins to ramble about something or other, Nica rubs absently at the lipstick she can feel lingering on her face and looks up at her. Really looks at her.

There's a small tattoo on her chest that wasn't there before. It's of a dagger sticking out of a heart with... with Nica's name of all things. Her clothes aren't the bright, expensive, movie star-esque ones she's used to seeing her in. Instead, she's wearing a faded blue mini-dress and a battered leather jacket. Her face is different. The kind of different you probably wouldn't notice without actively looking for it. A few things about her facial features that just feel off, you know? Nica can't quite place her finger on what, but the realization that this is not the same woman she was trapped in that dingy hotel room with starts to set in.

Or at least, it's not the same Tiffany.

Nica has seen more than one Chucky. Three had stood in front of her in Harrogate after knocking out Dr. Foley. Before she had gotten part of their split soul transferred into her.

(Speaking of, Chucky has been quiet. Dead silent, actually. Something about that makes her uneasy. Is he... gone?)

Could there be more than one Tiffany as well? Even if there is, that doesn't explain why this woman still looks almost exactly like Jennifer Tilly.

Or the wedding bands.

Or the house.

Or the kids she mentioned that were staying with them.

Even when Chucky is in control, Nica has moments of awareness. Moments where it's like she's watching a movie, or her thoughts are loud enough that he hears them and responds. She's had them ever since the first time she managed to fully resurface in her own body and mind. With that being said, she ought to remember something. A fragment. Anything.

Instead, it's as if she's woken up in an entirely different reality.

"—Nica?"

She blinks. "Huh? I didn't catch that last part."

"Where did you get that name from, anyway?" Tiffany repeats.

"What name?"

"Chucky."

"I-I don't know," Nica lies. Mostly to see how she'll react. "I was dreaming, and I think... It just felt so real. I didn't realize I'd woken up yet, I guess."

Tiffany's expression remains unreadable. "Must've been a pretty bad dream. I've never seen you act like that before."

"Yeah..."

A tense, bizarre silence follows, which is eventually broken by a knock at the door.

Only a moment passes before it opens for a second time. Two people Nica doesn't recognize step in. They're probably in their late teens and definitely twins. Both have blue eyes and red hair, one wearing it fairly long and the other rather short.

"Hey. How are you doing? We know Mom said it was nothing major," the long-haired twin says, "but we weren't too far away so we decided to drop by anyway."

"Yeah, plus, Alice was freaking the hell out," the short-haired twin adds.

The other mumbles, "I mean, can you really blame her?"

...Alice?

"Auntie Nica?" A young girl appears in the doorway.

"Alice?" Nica's voice cracks.