When Sarluna opened her eyes she was certain of only one thing, she was not in New York. She tried to remember how she got to be in someone's bedroom staring up at a whole in their roof, but all she got was a foggy, impossible memory of being in the middle of some sort of tornado. Slowly she stood, dusting her self off and assessing her where-abouts further. She'd gotten it wrong before, she was not in a bedroom but rather some abandoned living space. She stretched herself out, not injuries that she knew of. Odd. One would expect to be heavily injured after a fall like the one she'd taken, but maybe it hadn't been as bad as she thought. In no real hurry, she found her way out of the building she'd dropped into and was shocked by what she saw outside. From her foggy memories, she lived in a world of cars and skyscrapers. In other words, modern times. Looking around it was obvious she was in some form of the past. It didn't look like anywhere she could remember in any history books she'd read. In fact, it resembled more of a, city of Oz from a fictional book she knew she'd read once. But, that was impossible. She couldn't be in Oz, let alone the Emerald city. Timidly she began to walk around, receiving the same weird looks she cast on the unfamiliar city. That was made her notice her clothes were ripped to almost shreds. she frowned and ran her hands over the ruined fabric, wishing it wasn't so bad. Her breath escaped in a shocked hiss when she saw her clothes practically repair themselves before her eyes. Had she always been able to do that? More people were staring. Of course they were. Sarluna you dumb girl, you just did magic. How do you think these people feel about it? Worried of the harm that might befall her for being what might be considered a witch, she ran as best she could out of the city. She ran until she was tired. No one chased her, no one shouted out to get her. She was running for nothing, she thought as she laid down in the shadow of something unknown and passed out.