Shirou remembered laying down to rest, in fact, he remembered waiting for himself to fall asleep. Yet he found himself standing in a well crafted hallway. He amount of magecraft around him was as well immense and he could already tell that some of it was on Rin's level, if not higher.
'This must be that Clock Tower Rin mentioned a few times.' But that raised the question of why he was IN the Clock Tower. Was this simply his dream about what it could be like in it? Some of the rooms certainly gave off the image and feel of a College for magus.
Shirou himself felt different as well. He was lighter for one, and while he couldn't be certain, he was sure he was shorter compared to some of the people that quickly walked by, some even looked scared of him. Their fear of him was a strange thing to be present in a dream, and the reason was revealed when an especially clean window revealed a different face staring back.
'I really hope this is a dream.' Shirou said aloud as he looked at the window in complete shock. His had the face of a attractive woman of European descent as apposed to his Japanese one. Her brown hair was tied into a pony tail and helped give off a feel of nobility that went well with her white tailcoat, a type of silver gauntlet, and burgundy pants. The tight feeling over his legs was revealed to be knee high boots and now that he was looking, he noticed a riding crop was attached to his pants, the reason why evading him entirely.
Shirou wondered why it took him so long to realize he was in an entirely different persons body, it just felt natural to her up until she noticed she wasn't himself anymore. Was it possible that it was just another quirk of this dream if this really was a dream?!
The idea this was reality shot her out of her despair as she looked around to see a few magus looking at her from afar, one of which was glancing from around the corner of the hall and clearly shocked by what they were seeing. The very second he looked at them, they quickly went about their business, acting as if they weren't staring.
She was left alone in the hall, with not a single clue of what to do about her current situation.
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