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Day 15: Late Morning
Who: Sarah Jane Smith and OTA
What: returning to the fold...not that she knew she was out of the fold
Where: The edge of town, near to the Carnival
When: Day 15, 11:30 a.m.
Rating: PG (?)
Status: Active



Something was poking into her leg. Something blunt and annoying. Sarah Jane blinked, feeling oddly groggy, and moved her hand to bat whatever it was away. Her fingers brushed against wood just as her vision finally focused, and she found herself staring at twigs and dirt. She pushed herself up into a sitting position with a start, eyes wide, breath coming more rapidly than it needed to. How had she ended up out in the woods? She searched her mind, but couldn't recall going near the woods at all that morning. It never occurred to her that it wasn't the day she thought it was. She'd never lost time inside the prison, after all.

She patted down her jacket, making sure her journal and pen were still tucked inside the large pockets. That was some comfort, knowing they were still there. It helped her focus, reminded her that everything so far had been real, and not just her imagination. Much as she wished it had been. Then, she glanced at her hands, and blinked, mouth falling open slightly. All the cuts, the glass shards, were gone. Her hands looked completely healed. No splinters, not even a chipped fingernail. She hauled herself to her feet, waiting for the twinge from her hip in protest from where she'd banged or over-extended it the day before during the earthquake, but felt nothing amiss. Now, Sarah began to worry, and to think. There was no way something like that could heal that quickly. Was there? Did their captors have access to technology that would allow them to do such a thing? It was possible, she supposed.

She glanced up, noting the sun was high overhead. It must be nearly mid-day. That meant people would be up and about. She looked around to get her bearings, and realized she wasn't too far from the Carnival. Squaring her shoulders, she began tromping through the thinning trees, making her way toward the derelict fun park. Surely someone would be poking about there, and would be able to help her figure out what on Earth was going on.

"Hello?" she called as she approached. Best not to sneak up on people in a place like this. Too many frayed nerves as it was. "Hello, is anyone about?"