Day 2, Breakfast: Bedrooms
She woke up feeling like the end of a week long bar hopping binge. She couldn't remember where she was, but as that was hardly unusual she took a quick stock of her surroundings. Futon bed, bean bag chairs, walls painted a psychedelic rainbow of graffiti and metallic paints like the seventies exploded on a gang of taggers and beat them with aluminum bats. To her it looked like a splatter of grays, but she knew it was awesome.
"Oh, wow. I'm in Jersey! Shit, who do I know in Jersey?"
Stumbling to her feet she snagged the phone and bracelet on the glass covered milk crate serving as a bedside table with a cackle of glee. "Nice. Thanks suckers, finders keepers! Hey, is this Vonage?"
Touching the door knob she had the gut twisting sensation of entering the Umbra before everything faded out.