Even with nearly all the senshi present, it was taking a concentrated effort on Ami's part to get settled in to this strange world. It was nothing like Tokyo, and it didn't even bear any sort of resemblance to the Silver Millenium or Crystal Tokyo, so the logic behind why they would be pulled to such a place was lost on Ami entirely.
Not to mention that the girls - even Naru, who, while a clever and somewhat precocious girl, was not usually kept in the know regarding instances of the supernatural - seemed to all be in agreement that Ami had been here all this time, and simply disappeared?
She needed time to wrap her mind around all this. Sitting in her room, staring at the communicator that arrived with her, she brushed her fingertips across the screen. It was tempting to call out to Makoto, the friend she could confide in easiest with her questions and concerns...but she didn't wish to intrude on the daily routines they had set up for themselves here. She imagined it served as some comfort to them in this foreign world, and she couldn't allow herself to interfere with that.
Had she suffered some sort of memory loss? But amnesia didn't work that selectively, did it? It was something she'd have to look into...
A sharp knocking outside her room cut her thoughts short, and she rose from her bed. "Yes? Coming!" She called out in what she hoped was a voice loud enough for the visitor to hear. Swiftly making her way to the door, she opened it and looked up to the young man standing in the doorway with a rather dour expression on his face.
Politely smiling, she rested her hands on the door. "May I help you?"
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Not to mention that the girls - even Naru, who, while a clever and somewhat precocious girl, was not usually kept in the know regarding instances of the supernatural - seemed to all be in agreement that Ami had been here all this time, and simply disappeared?
She needed time to wrap her mind around all this. Sitting in her room, staring at the communicator that arrived with her, she brushed her fingertips across the screen. It was tempting to call out to Makoto, the friend she could confide in easiest with her questions and concerns...but she didn't wish to intrude on the daily routines they had set up for themselves here. She imagined it served as some comfort to them in this foreign world, and she couldn't allow herself to interfere with that.
Had she suffered some sort of memory loss? But amnesia didn't work that selectively, did it? It was something she'd have to look into...
A sharp knocking outside her room cut her thoughts short, and she rose from her bed. "Yes? Coming!" She called out in what she hoped was a voice loud enough for the visitor to hear. Swiftly making her way to the door, she opened it and looked up to the young man standing in the doorway with a rather dour expression on his face.
Politely smiling, she rested her hands on the door. "May I help you?"