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The light was sudden, but bright and the result was instant. The author had what she wanted. She looked at the clock on the wall. "Soon." She thought.
Alexander Hamilton stepped from the light into the strange new room. Shaking his head, he took in his new surroundings. Always attentive, though, he noticed the bright blue wallpaper with its fancy design and the long, lush couches sitting in a neat half circle in front of a white centerpiece with freshly stocked wood and other supplies. For a fire? Why would he need a fire?
What was going on?
This is for something special. He thought with some surprise.
But what? He wondered.
Then he looked back towards the couches, all the same shade of a faded but rosy pink. And turning around towards the front of the room he spotted the strange black box on top - no, hovering above the white centerpiece with the stacks of wood sitting near it.
What on earth? Alexander thought for the second time.
With his thoughts spinning and mind twisting like this, Alexander realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere without calming down first.
With that, he sat down on the centermost couch, beginning to think.
And watched as Eliza stepped into view before him, as though from thin air.
Her step landed right in front of the squared glass coffee table, not five feet in front of him.
As she stepped down and struggled not to fall, he stepped forwards to ensure that she didn't.
They met in the middle, noses touching, his hands perfectly on her waist, her hands steady on his shoulders.
"Alexander." She breathed.
"Eliza." He echoed.
They both took a second to swallow before stepping away.
"Eliza, what are you doing here? Why are you -"
"Alexander, I don't know. Why are you here? What is - "
They were both interrupted by another figure, stepping from yet another glowing light behind them.
"Angelica? Is that you?" Eliza cried as she looked up in surprise.
"Eliza? What are you doing here? Where is here, anyway? What is this? Alexander? What are the two of you doing?" Angelica babbled before rushing to hug her sister.
"The Schuyler Sisters, reunited. Despite the circumstances, this is a happy day, indeed." Alexander said simply, a hint of reminiscence underscoring his words.
Then, as the older sister prepared to respond to Alexander, things began to happen.
The first was a series of bright flashes happening across the room.
The second was the people stepping through the light, all appearing once again as though from thin air.
The third was the strange screen starting to glow and flash, though no one really noticed it.
The final one was the song that began to play as the screen came to life above them.