A/N: Again, not based on anything but the wanderings of my cabin-fever plagued mind.

We know where Christine was when she came to, but was she glad to find that her months of obsessive wishing had paid off? Well, not at first:

~~Christine woke up blinking and rubbing her head, in which fireworks seemed to be going off. She wasn't that cold, considering her bare feet and baggy pajamas with little teacup prints and plastic buttons shaped like tulip heads, which were quite damp from the ground. Christine sat up and saw dark blotches in her line of vision, so she lay back down. The sky was so nice, she thought. It wasn't quite blue, it was more gray, but kind of blotchy in some spots, or maybe she was still dizzy..and about that..why was she dizzy?

Christine sat up again. Where was she and why she was dizzy and wearing her teacup print pajamas with plastic buttons shaped like tulip heads and sitting on her phone pad with a pink pen through the spine? Scenarios of kidnappings reminiscent of CSI Miami raced through her mind. She was in an open field, bordered on one side by woods. She staggered to her feet and tried to turn around, missing her mark by about 45 degrees. She turned in the other direction until she could focus on the city opposite the woods. Her head was clearing now, and she thought it looked like an advertisement for a tourist resort in the tropics. It had trees growing up through the middle of it.

It (finally) dawned on Christine that her dandelion, tunnel and birthday candle rituals had not been in vain, and her eyes and mouth got very wide. Grinning, she pressed the heels of her hands together and tapped her fingers gleefully. She hopped up and down. She ran around in a circle. On the verge of doing the Hamtaro dance, she stopped and looked around again. She peeled her wet teacup print pajamas with plastic buttons shaped like tulip heads away from her skin. How long had it been since she'd eaten? Christine then sat down in the wet grass and cried because she wanted to go home. ~~

Umm..that was supposed to be a joke at the end. Flames, criticism, or validation of having read the story thus far much appreciated.

-Marisol