Reality Crisis

Molly had no idea where she was or what was going on. She sure as hell wasn't in Chicago, but she didn't seem to have slipped into the Nevernever. The Leanansidhe was nowhere to be found, and there were what seemed to be humans or demons that attacked at random intervals. On the one hand she was kept too busy to panic, but on the other she was too busy to scavange for much to eat or find a place safe enough to sleep for any length of time. She was running on adrenaline, anger and fear. The Ragged Lady's life's blood.

She needed to find safe haven though, and she knew it. Civilization didn't seem to exist so far as she could tell, but she knew that there were at least some people running around. She hoped to find some sort of organized group, even a small one, that she could barter with. She was more than capable of doing some work or make wards or protections against these creatures. It wasn't the Ragged Lady's style to mingle, but one does what one has to. Besides, they might be able to give her more answers on how to get out of here.