The Nexus? So she hadn't been completely wrong with her Alice idea, this is indeed Wonderland. Of a kind. Aki makes a face, it's worse than she could have imagined and crazier than she could possibly dream up, the chances of her waking up in bed in her tiny, run-down flat back - she'll have to call it home for now, if only because it's not in between worlds, seem suddenly slim, slipping out between her fingers like time or sand. She concludes, weirdly unconcerned, that she's stuck in this place, the first thought to pop into her mind is, do they have a proper studio here, though. She needs to stay in shape, if she's going to be trapped amongst all these cupcakes for a while.

Naturally, it isn't the question she asks him, but neither is it any of the most obvious ones. Like how, why? "Have you been here long," she wants to know, instead. Her voice is calm, her words carefully spoken. Aki is presenting him with her stage fright face. Adrenaline is rushing through her system as she simply sits there in her chair, fingers wrapped around the elegant cup that is of no help to her. If she closed her eyes, she could maybe for a second convince herself that she's about to step onto the stage for something big, a grand pas de deux or a difficult variation.

Maybe.