There it was, below the words 'Reality Checkpoint'.
It was faint, as though it was under a single coat of paint, but it was there - a sketched /Butterfly, and the number /Eleven.
Right where she'd drawn it, that afternoon in /GamesAndPuzzles. Only, she'd been playing the /RPG then, and she'd been writing on the /Lamppost to get an /Advantage? in the /Game.
It was an odd feeling, being ripped from the /Game. He /Vanished from the world, it /Vanished from him, and for the first time he truly breathed. The same motion. The same results. But a new feeling, and he could feel in it that he didn't belong. But he got over it quickly. And he didn't miss being a /Ginger.