Lyta came to slowly, rubbing her head. "What the hell..." she muttered groggily as she stood up. She looked around at her "prison". "Why do I feel like I'm in a bad horror movie?"
She could try and break her way out of here. Yes, she'd do that first, before she tried anything else. Lyta flew straight towards the glass, bracing herself...only to wham up against it. "Ow," she rubbed her sore arms and shoulders.
The sand poured in around her ankles.
She had no choice, apparently. She had to sing her way out.
"Just a small town girl," she sang in her off-key warble, "Living in a lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere.
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