There shouldn't
be anything behind this wall. It should back up against some of the innards of the buliding -- wiring and plumbing, and things like that. So when Nailah's head passes through the wall, this is a bit of a shock.
Of all the things that
should be behind the wall, however, another, slightly differently laid out dorm room was probably not what Nailah was expecting. And even if she had been expecting that, the people in the room were not anyone she had ever seen before:
- On the ground was a boy in his boxers, bleeding from the shoulder from two deep puncture wounds. His cybernetic parts were flashing as they tried to compensate for the damage.
- Standing over him was a short blonde girl, fretting and shouting. She wasn't wearing any clothes at the moment.
- Across from them was a dark blue-skinned boy wearing a scruffy paired of jeans and a t-shirt. His skin had silvery streaks, like frost-patterns, surfacing as he stared back and forth between the other two
- In another corner of the room, an unkempt-looking skinny blonde girl was sucking on a frostbitten finger as she studied the scene dispassionately.
Most notably, there didn't seem to be a
wall on this side of the wall, if that made sense -- looking down, it was as if her head had just popped into existence; there was nothing there for her to have actually gone
through. Like a one-way mirror, except, you know, made of plaster.
The unkempt girl was the only one who noticed Nailah at first, and she opened her mouth as if to say something...
...and then it all seemed to vanish, and Nailah found herself back in the familiar corridor, with her face pressed up against the wall.
The tiger, too, had seemed to vanish at about the same time, with one last growl echoing out and fading.