Last Resort-deleted scenes

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Sarah's Sanity

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Something whispered at the edge of her vision, a shadow; a shade that tickled at the fabric of her reality. She snapped her head about to catch the grayness before it dissipated but as usual it was too quick for her. The strange flutterings began days ago, the day after she defeated the Labyrinth and Sarah began to wonder if a connection existed.

Shortly after the grayness vanished she heard a strange noise, a sort of humming reverberating in her ears as if a voice were speaking but she was unable to understand the language. Sarah used her fingers to itch the inside of her ear canals and tried yawning to pop them but the humming remained. It wasn't loud but the consistency irritated her.

She huffed in annoyance. Maybe she was coming down with the flu or some strange bug. She'd take a couple of aspirin when she got home from school and take a nap. Sarah flipped her math book shut with a light slam and packed her items into her backpack, preparing to leave the school library. She knew she get no more homework done today and might as well head home.

As she walked through the campus to the main exit a skittering noise joined the constant hum. She jerked to the right expecting to see a small, furry rodent but instead a leathery, green goblin stared upwards a few feet away.

"Ah!" She jumped backwards nearly dropping her backpack as she watched the goblin vanish, no trace left. "Make it a long nap, Sarah." She told herself shaking off the heebie-jeebies. She noticed the humming was gone, too. Running a nervous hand through her loose, brown hair Sarah pushed through the main doors and took a deep, cleansing breath of the fresh, afternoon air.

Her experience in the Labyrinth changed her; she felt it in the very cells of her being. Something about the Labyrinth altered her and Sarah feared it wasn't entirely for the best. The shadow returned and she blinked several times to clear her vision without success. But whenever she attempted to focus on the shadow it slipped away, much like the weird little floaters inside the vitreous humor of the eye. There one second, gone the next.

She sped up as she walked home, a shiver of trepidation running down her spine. If she could just make it home perhaps she'd feel better; the aspirin and nap offering her reprieve. That would do the trick...an aspirin and a good long nap and she'd be perfect tomorrow.