Laurel was disorientated, she work up in a strange place in a hospital gown with a cellphone in her hand when she assumed she had died. She still had scars of her wounds and they weren't hurting. It didn't make sense, Laurel wondered if perhaps she was drugged or if maybe this was heaven?
She felt so out of place as she looked around, this didn't make sense, She started to walk, a hand was clamping the back of her gown together. The smell of coffee caught her attention, so she followed her nose and saw the street food stands! She didn't have any money, she wasn't sure what to even do, so she stood there a moment, trying to figure this all out.