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Bing bang say what? (Tabitha Smith, Dick Grayson)
Okay, something was up here. One second she could have sworn she was rushing off to her bio class (she has a test for pete's sake!) and the next...she was...here. Wherever this "here" actually is. So startled she was, BAM she tripped and landed right on her keister. Not a good position to be in while lost somewhere. Assuming she was actually anywhere. Maybe she hit her head on the door. Lord knows she's done that plenty of times.
Maybe trying milk three days after its expiration date was the crux of the problem here, and she was hallucinating up the wazoo. Or maybe she was dreaming. Though that didn't explain why her butt hurt a little from the fall. She pinched herself to be sure, as anyone can tell you dreams don't hurt. "Ow," she muttered.
Okay, she's not dreaming.
Her cell phone! Why didn't she think of that? Rummaging through her purse, she...remembered it was sitting on her nightstand charging. Drat. At that point, she had no choice but to start exploring the city/concussion/hallucination, determined to attempt to get to the root of the matter: what she was doing here.
Maybe trying milk three days after its expiration date was the crux of the problem here, and she was hallucinating up the wazoo. Or maybe she was dreaming. Though that didn't explain why her butt hurt a little from the fall. She pinched herself to be sure, as anyone can tell you dreams don't hurt. "Ow," she muttered.
Okay, she's not dreaming.
Her cell phone! Why didn't she think of that? Rummaging through her purse, she...remembered it was sitting on her nightstand charging. Drat. At that point, she had no choice but to start exploring the city/concussion/hallucination, determined to attempt to get to the root of the matter: what she was doing here.