"Get out of here," Christy answered firmly, looking around her at the dull, cramped room she'd been forced to stay in for the past few days. She had been confused, scared she would never return home, and had spent hours of her time online, groping for clues as to where she'd ended up and how she would end up getting back. "I can stay with you, right? Wherever you're staying. Because this place sucks."
She strolled around, picking up in the few belongings she'd gotten since arriving in L.A. and threw them into a small, drawstring bookbag which she placed on her back. "Okay, lets go. And maybe you can tell me why in your time, I'm dead."