Generation NeXt

Harley had just been trying to go to school - really - when she walked through a door and ended up ... inside a hotel lobby, okaaay. She sort of pauses, tiny in jeans and a too-big GCPD t-shirt that belongs to her mother, and wiggles her toes inside frayed sneakers.

She knows, in essence, where she is, and she really wishes that she had a PINpoint with her or something because oh god, what if she can't figure out how to get home before dinner? Her mom always handles everything and Harley is a smart girl but come on.

She ends up plopping down in a plush chair, groaning. "Oh man, mom's going to kill me."