I don't think I'm in New York City anymore.
Actually, I know I'm not, though I'm unclear on how exactly I got to Madison Valley, Indiana. The Welcoming Committee was nice, though. The phone, too, since mine apparently doesn't work anymore. And the laptop. And I have a place to sleep, which is nice. Apparently this happens often enough that there's an organized response to people just...appearing out of nowhere.
Should I be concerned?
Anyhow, I'm Hannah.