Carlita raised an eyebrow. That was some pretty shoddy Spanish, right there. And wasn't she a little soggy and... well... normal looking for something from a vision? Carlita couldn't shake the feeling that something was very off about this whole thing. there really wasn't a dream-like quality to this place, as bizarre as it was. And...The Virgin Mary statue. That just couldn't be explained. "You don't speak Spanish?? What?? How are you going to tell me what's going on then??"
Carlita bit her lip and frowned. Okay. Try and remember some English. Maybe that'll help.
"Um... help? No english? ... where cathedral please?"
her Spanish accent was thick, even on those handful of words. "Cathedral" became "cateedral", and she wasn't even entirely sure they were the right words. It was kind of all she could recall from her handful of classes at school that seemed fitting. This was just stupid. You shouldn't have to struggle to make yourself understood when you were inside your own head. She was becoming certain now that this wasn't a vision. It was something else. Something far, far worse.