'cause in god i trust.
One moment the twelve-almost-thirteen year old was slamming her door in the face of her disgruntled adoptive father, the next she was--well, wherever here was.
Sadly? This twelve year old had seen weirder, more perverse, things than this. (Truth be told: She was more likely to be considered twelve going on forty most days, depending on her mood.) She kept a relatively cool poker face for her age; inside she was screaming--and this was used loosely--WTF, because things like this don't happen!
Oh. Wait. She knew people that could. (And it didn't comfort her a bit.)