MYSTERY WATER: MARBLE

I'm melting. I'm melting. I feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, but I'm not sure if it's a dream or not. There are people here, but they don't talk. They just look at me. They're pretty and they seem to know more than they let on. They're talking in some kind of code that I can't understand. And there's a man who looks just like me, but his skin is all red and splotchy and he keeps trying to grab me.