Songbird ignored him at first, she wanted to go home. Heedless of her environment she walked forward until she reached the “sunflowers”, but they were actually the bars to her cage. She tried to go through them, she tried moving them but she couldn’t get through them at all. That’s when the illusion broke. The vibrant colors she saw and the joyful song she heard faded, leaving her to look at the same opulent room she’d been looking at for years, through the same bars that had held her just as long.
Tears welled up and she sniffled feeling defeated, but someone had promised her out… She looked for the voice to see the Repairman not far off. She gave a sad, questioning chirp.
The Repairman could only watch as the poor bird woman walked into the bars and realized where she actually was. He shook his head sadly.
He couldn’t speak songbird, but he assumed the chirp was at least somewhat interested…
“Yeah, I can try to get you out,” he optimistically said.
He looked around the room for a moment, then turned back towards the captive, gesturing towards the locked door.
“…Any idea where the key might be?”