She awakens. The blood has rushed to her head. A heavy pain is in her left calf and the world is light bleeding through branches. Morning? It was just the middle of the after noon. These trees don't look anything like the terrain of Rio's finest jungles. She spots the twine and flaps of yellow that dangle around her. Her glider was snared in the tree. What's worse? She's missing her pants.

What the Hell, She thinks, I wasn't wearing Jojo siwa underwear today?

She distinctly remembered picking out the lacy blue thing because today was her fourth date with Jo Taylor, that beautiful actress vacationing from New York she'd met at the coffee shop yesterday morning. Where was she? She was in the glider behind Lucy Stone when the storm appeared out of nowhere.

Down below she's greeted with the voices of some particularly interesting, acne ridden, teenagers. Usually she'd be humiliated but she hasn't been on their level of perception in probably three years now. Twenty one was an exciting thing for her. The band she was in had sold out shows in south america and she knew who she was.

She didn't even bother speaking to them as they rambled on about the nonsense she figured she went through as a teenager but she couldn't ignore them when they started beating up one of their own kind for creaming his pants. One girl even pulled out a pair of pliars and ripped a moler out of his mouth. That was strange.

So Lucy, continuing to ignore the very bizarre group of minors below, meanders her way out hudini style. This isn't her first time getting trapped. She's falling gracefully towards the ground and stops herself pretty evenly when she sees whats at the base of the tree. A swift kick and a somersault through the air have her missing a mound of dung from some oblivious animal out here in what must be the mountains.

The group of unruly teenagers are fixated on her. What is this woman? How does she so successfully navigate through the nautical things they're swimming in daily. One of them lets out a nasty belch and them vomits on the forest floor and she hears it. The laughter. Not from the other kids but from something way off in the distance.

She points at the one with the pliars, "You. Where am I?"

The girl is frozen. It's as though she has no idea how to react. When Lucy smiles at her and tilts her head asking again in a much kinder way the girl with the pliars drops her tool. Then she's backing away slowly. The way you do when you've been approached by a bear. Then she's screaming and running but she falls into a hole a few yards away and all her friends laugh.

Lucy marches right over and looks down to see that the girl is dead and it's very unpretty. The twists in the bones, the way the eyes cross, the whole thing is a mess and Lucy's hoping they won't have an open casket funeral which bothers her tremendously to think about. Still she says, "Oh that's no good." It the most empathetic way and the other kids all run for highway in the opposite direction as though she's the most terrifying thing they've ever laid eyes on.

Her eyes glint in the autumn sun and she's certain this world is not the one she lives in. There's been a shift in the air and it's more than the phase of the harvest moon. So she tightens her jacket around her and begins her journey through the new terrain...

A crow squawks and smacks into a sign that says, "sign". The crunch of leaves beneath her feet even feels so wrong. The smell of brewing tea comes from inside a shop just beyond the thicket and the scare crows all look like Ceiline Dion. A woman churns something in a couldron and a cow is hung upside down, near by, wearing a kilt. Lucy knows this will not be an easy conversation. From everything she's seen so far she expects nothing more than to be the butt end of some joke she wont give a fuck about. So she approaches.

"I got a bone to pick." Says Lucy.

The woman freezes. It's been ages since she's heard someone intelligent speak to her. Slowly she turns and reveals herself in all of her grey glory. There's something soft about her features. Something that eases Lucy's anxiety but her walls are still sky high.

The old woman nods, "I was wondering when you'd show up. It's been ages."

She throws a couple of seeds into the pot and a bright pink light illuminates her face. The sound of laughter ripples out around her. Lucy's eyes catch the glint off her many bangles and a curious thought appears in her head as fog rolls in.

"What is this place?" Asks the young girl.

She reaches over and pulls a bottle out from a cooler full of ice cubes and cracks it open before handing it to the young girl, "These people are what remains of a story a group of brothers wrote for the big screen. A universe in which horrible things happen to people and none of them care because each of them is so incoherently self absorbed and laughter is the motivation. The more immoral the action the louder the laughter. Laughter is their God."

"Okay so why the Hell am I here?" She asks as she takes the bottle from the woman.

The woman stands to her wobbly little feet, inches close to Lucy, the smell of rotten cabbage and fish radiates and burns the nostrils but Lucy refuses to bend to the disrespectful ways of the land. The old woman says, "You are the stone of fire!" then her right hand flicks out and she casts something into her couldron to release an abundant yellow and red blaze. The sound of screaming comes from the muck and she continues, "You are to burn this place to the ground."