She rolled over in her sleep, but bumped her head against something hard and wooden next to her. When she opened her eyes she saw it was a wall, but it was rocking. After rubbing the sleep away and looking around she could see more clearly that she was aboard a ship and lying in the bed of guest quarters. It was nowhere near where she thought she'd fallen asleep, which was at her desk with her head resting on the keyboard and computer screen still blaring:

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She sat up and put her feet over the edge of the bed, but immediately her head throbbed violently. After sitting a moment her brain regained orientation and the throbbing lessened, but there was no doubt the wall of the ship wasn't all she bumped her head on. She looked at her watch, but it had stopped at 11:56 pm the night before – around when she fell asleep. She sighed and reexamined the room. It looked foreign and ancient to say the least. She thought it might be a very accurate, detailed Ancient Greek revival, though why she was there she had no idea. Her thoughts and wonderings were increased a thousand fold when a man walked through the door looking ready for the Trojan War.

"Ah, you're awake," he said, smiling and putting something down beside her bed.

Thinking didn't make her feel any better but she had to ask still dazed and groggy, "Where am I?"

"We're nearing Sikyos," he answered plainly.

"How on earth did I get from Seattle to... someplace... in one night?"

He shrugged, then asked curiously, "Seattle?"

"Yeah. There's lots of coffee there. I'd love some coffee right now... "

"Cough-y? That doesn't sound pleasant."

"It would sure make my head hurt a lot less." She rubbed her temples and forehead a little, then asked again, "Where am I?"

"On a ship headed toward Troy."

"Isn't that the city that got all burned up or something? Homer... and the Simsons with coffee and donuts... wait, no, the Iliad... and, um... Ancient Greeks... "

"Ancient Greek?"

"Well, yeah... " He looked clueless out of his mind, which only exploded more questions. In fact, they both had plenty of questions and so far they'd covered very little. She rubbed the back of her head, both in frustration and in pain. The throbbing hadn't completely subsided.

"You took quite a fall," he mentioned, acknowledging her smarting head.

"What?"

He rubbed his chin. "You don't remember? Well, how do I say it believably? You... fell from the sky."

She put her feet up on the bed again and rested her head on her knees, sighing. "This gets harder and harder to believe every second."

He sighed as well then gesturing to the tray he'd brought in that she only now noticed had food, he said, "Eat something and you might feel better." And he left her to her peace.

She looked at the tray of bread and wine. It looked simple enough. No strange ancient vegetables or eyeball soup here. But when she grabbed the hunk of bread she found it to be hard and tough and knew before even attempting to bite it that it would be too hard to eat. She took a sip of wine and found it much better, though not as good as the coffee she was imagining. She finished her wine, left the baked rock on the tray, and fell asleep again.