Catherine giggled - yes, giggled. She squeezed Issac's hand and settled her head on his shoulder for a moment like they were on a date or something. The words that flowed from her were almost cutesy and definitely not her's with that all too perfect era accent, "I ain't never been to a speakeasy before - had to pull a bit of a gooseberry lay to get these glad rags."
Music floated through her mind but Catherine was having a bit of a fight. "Ugh, I hate this woman. She's a moron," she scrunched up her nose, sounding a bit more like herself. "We should be there soon," at least it didn't feel far. Catherine rubbed her face with her free hand with a slight groan. Yellow brick road? Oh right, she could just barely see it between the memories and reality. "Really wish Toto were here..."