Blue was quite proud of herself for holding in her panic this entire time. They’d both experienced a lot together, but this definitely took the cake when it came to weird places, and she wanted nothing more than to get out and return to the slightly less strangeness that awaited them outside of the dollhouse. The only way to do that was to search — and thankfully Gansey was a seasoned explorer, Blue was surely in safe hands.

(And speaking of which, her hands ached more than ever. Why was that stiffness getting worse?)

“What about Alice in Wonderland?” Although, Blue doesn’t remember drinking or eating anything out of the ordinary. “Or Honey I Shrunk the Kids?” She offered up another suggestion and each one sounded more outrageous than the one before it. But also completely plausible. Luckily for Blue — and her sanity, she doesn't need to spiral further down that rabbit hole — Gansey’s mention of their hands had her looking down at them. She doesn't really feel her own either, and the more she tried to force her fingers to move, the less they seemed to give way.

Panic started to build again, her breathing a little heavier around her words as she poorly attempted to mask it. “My fingers don’t want to move. They can't. It’s like they’re stuck.” Her voice wavered, the panic was quickly turning to fear. “What’s happening?"