I know its been so long since any of us have written anything in BoB so I figured I should do something lol

By the way…did any of you pick up when she goes back in time in the last chapter? Well she did grins madly I was very proud of myself.

On with the story…

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If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz...
Puttin' on the Ritz...

If you've ever been to the hospital and stayed over night you know all about that disgusting taste you get in your mouth when u finally come to. It's a cross between morning breathe and … it's indescribable, just there. The second worse thing about waking up in a hospital is the crusty stuff that appears out of nowhere sealing you eyes shut. Once you finally swallow the disgusting build up of spit in your mouth and rub all the eye sealer off, if it's not a really creepy doctor standing over you and staring that gets you, the lights will. Apparently it never occurred to the nurses that once I actually came to I would so very much like NOT to be blinded.

That's when I heard it. It sounded like someone was chocking. No… not choking…snoring? My mom didn't snore…then who the hell was that? First things first though, had to do body inventory. Right hand? Okay, flexing still good, nothing wrong there. Left hand? …Cant move. Oh…cast. Ha, that would explain that. Chest? Still good. Ribs? Just a bit sore, I don't think I broke anything there. Legs? Bah. Another cast, right leg though. At least I can balance myself out now. Now time to find out who the mystery person is. Leaning to my right and placing most of my weight on my right hand, I pushed myself up. This very possibly could have been a bad idea. The dizziness that hit me was astounding. When it finally passed I looked at the chair situated next to the bed. It was the woman from last night, and she was still in that night gown. Only something was defiantly different….she didn't look…well, to be quite frank, old. She looked younger… MUCH younger. To be honest I wouldn't have even thought it was the same woman if it weren't for the horrendously tacky night gown...it looked it was from the 40's. Actually, everything in the room looked like it was from the 40's. This defiantly was not cool. Glancing around quickly I see a calendar on the opposite side of the wall. Squinting against the blinding light I finally see the date. June…oh my noodles…1947.