( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Someone want to tell me where the hell I am? Those knights or whatever they are weren't very helpful.

</s>Definitely not Beacon Hills. Or California. Unless someone drugged me and dragged me to some crack-out version of Disneyland. And if it is, I'm blaming Jackson, just because weird shit seems to follow him everywhere lately.</s>

I'll just get straight to the point, since I don't really like not knowing anything about situations I've somehow landed myself in.

Where the hell am I?

Okay. Giant empty-- library? [ pause ] Either this is the most vivid dream ever or... Something really bizarre is-

[ the voice is cut off by a loud clank of metal ]

Holy-! I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore. And those tin men don't look friendly. Hey. So. Anyone want to clue a girl in on where she is?

[ the clang of metal on metal as the knights approach ] Do you even talk? Or- Hey! Whoa! I can walk. Let go! Jesus. If you wanted me to leave, you could have just asked.

[ pause ] Grab my arm. Give me a phone. Yeah. That makes sense.

[ the sound of doors closing behind her as she half mutters ] I'd rather people were shooting at me again.