She didn't know what had happened. One moment she had been walking along the seafront in Eastbourne, East Sussex, England, with a close friend of hers. In the next moment, she found herself situated on a patch of darkened pavement beside a decidedly American motel, listening to several heavy set males argue in thick Texan accents. Situated was a little bit of an exaggeration to be honest, she was more.. sprawled, with gravel biting into any exposed skin and any dignity she had left in this position was removed as the males came to notice her. They lumbered over, calling out, she'd never been called sweet thang before, didn't think that was particularly colloquial language anymore. She realised that she was panicking, a logical response in her situation but not helpful right now. Pushing herself to her feet she held her back straight, ignoring the twinge of pain that hit her, and faced the men.

"Hey darlin' what's a young lady like you doin' in this part of town, huh".

She was so screwed.

"I suggest you leave me be"

She tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go.

"Don't be that way honey, we only wanna help"

"Yeah, helping you's at the top of our list"

"Don't touch me"

She hit the closet one hard in the temporal lobe

"What the fuck! What the fuck did you do to him?!"

She couldn't think, explosions were going off inside of her head. She looked at the men, who stared back at her with fear in their eyes. They weren't going to try and stop her again. She ran.

She couldn't have just done that. It was impossible, the kind of stuff that only happened on freaking Supernatural. That begged the question, if she hadn't just used demonic biokinesis on a large Texan man, how had she made him bleed profusely from the eyes? Taking deep breaths, the girl organised her thoughts. She had to stop panicking, it was going to get her nowhere... or worse, it was going to get her killed. She knew she'd felt pain from her lower back earlier, so it was possible she had other injuries, she should find a bathroom or somewhere with a mirror to check herself over. Looking around, she saw what appeared to be a truck stop next to the motel, so she made for there. Reaching the dank ladies room, she hurried in, jamming the door shut behind her. The mirror above the basins was clouded and scuffed, she reached out and scrubbed at it with her coat's sleeve for a minute before giving up. Years of built up grime were obviously not going to be removed by any brief friction she expended. Gazing up into the mirror, trying to see past the fog, she allowed herself to think about what had happened. Little over half an hour ago she'd been in England with her friend Anna. So if she was now possibly somewhere in Texas... Where was Anna, had she been hurled somewhere too? Was she in trouble? Or causing trouble in the same way Lena had just done, bleeding that man's eyes out. She'd only touched him. She was panicking again, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. She blinked rapidly at her hazy reflection as her breathing reached a crescendo. As this happened the mirror's glass cracked, causing a spiders web of breaks to spread across it, and the light bulb above her head shattered, decorating her hair with tiny glass shards. Just before the last echoes of light left the room, she saw her eyes flick to an oily fathomless black.