Vriska was pissed when she awoke the second time. Her memory was foggy as she tried to concentrate on the last things that happened before she had woken up on the train. She chalked the fogginess up to sleep, which only succeeded in annoying her more. Why had she fallen asleep? She was in the middle of a fight, there's no way she would have just- No, she wasn't in a fight. The fight was over. She'd fallen because she was dying. Right. Her mind was blank from watching the coin flip to waking up here and the vague traces of some fairytale hanging at the edge of her memory. Had she been killed before the flip was even finished? She wasn't sure, she couldn't recall the death. She just knew, without a doubt, that she was dead.

Her fist clenched and she punched the seat of whoever was sitting in front of her as she tried to recall how it happened, but couldn't. She was dead with no recollection of how and she couldn't recall if it was justified or if she would wake up. Which brought her back to the place at hand. She turned to the window, peering through it. Dream bubble? This place seemed different from any dream bubble she had been in. She looked around. There were too many people, people that weren't in the game and shouldn't be in a dream bubble - asleep, dead, or otherwise.

It didn't make sense and she hated it, and she sank further into her seat, wings twitching feebly in the confined space of it. She shifted uncomfortably and glared in no particular direction. She should get up, check out what was going on and get some answers, but she didn't. No, she could do that later- if she was dead she had plenty of time to spare now. Right now she would really rather think about how much she wanted to punch Terezi in the face.