「every second, every moment is dear to me-- i, too, am living in the world where you are.」Pale blue hallways. An endless blizzard raging outside. Linoleum floors and flourescent lights that reminded one more of a hospital or a lab than a home.
Chaldea Security Organization-- located thousands and thousands of feet above sea level, on top of a snowy mountain where blizzards rage on almost endlessly. An organization meant to secure and protect humanity's past and future. To Ritsuka, it was home. A home that, for more reasons than one, she truly, deeply missed. Now, once more, she was standing idly in its halls.
In fact, it was those reasons that made her realize it was all a dream almost immediately, instead of momentarily thanking whichever gods she could think of for bringing her back home. That, and the fact she didn't have someone immediately flocking to her side with some problem or some general odd way of saying good morning. No Kiyohime being all uncomfortably lovey-dovey. No Emiya or Boudica or Mash waking her up bright and early for breakfast. If she were really back in Chaldea, things would've gotten chaotic immediately. Instead, the halls were barren of staff and Servant... only her, and... huh?
'It could be worse,', She thought with a sigh, remembering some less-than-pleasant images of the events leading to the whole Lostbelt problem as she moved over to the familiar figure laying on the cold tile floor. Did Fugo get sucked into this mess? Poor guy. At least things didn't seem to go to shit immediately, but she'd still have to give him a warning, just in case. Also, she'd totally have to apologize for getting him involved with her weird dream bullshit.
"Hello? Helloooo?" She droned casually, kneeling down beside him. "Can you hear me? Are you awake, Fugo? There's better places to sleep, y'know." It'd be a rude awakening, but at least they didn't seem to be participants in a killing game. Again, in Gudako's case.