[With a yawn, Madoka wakes from her light nap and greets Kyouko with a bright smile that clashes profoundly with the dark aura her body casts upon the floor around her. Having just awoken she is completely unaware that the illusion shrouding her darker side had been dropped due to a simple combination of exhaustion and despair.

She didn't know why her dead friend was standing here before her, and didn't really care. To see anyone from home was a welcome change in a place that had robbed her of her hopes and dreams, and left a broken shell of a girl in their wake.]

Huh...?

[Madoka yawns again.]

I'm not sure what your talking about. Everything's fine as far as I know.