Some profanity and grossness. Unless you are very well behaved, you have probably heard and used all of these at one point or another. Very, very AU. Greg and Sara need to find their way back to Vegas - but from where?... Kinda short, but I promise the next one will be longer.

Greg shook his head. "This is one strange fucking dream. I'm ready to wake up now."

"If it's a dream, then I'm the one dreaming and you're not real."

"Where in the FUCK are we, and how did we get here?"

She snorted in reply. "How the hell should I know? We're... definitely not where we were."

"I had noticed that. I had also noticed that the sky is a nice lavender."

"Ferrari's over there."

"What are we gonna do?"

"Check the place out." She slammed the door behind her. "Come on."

The Ferrari was resting atop a stand of fairly short trees. It had come to rest at an angle, its nose quite a bit higher than its rear, and the driver's side door was open. The car was empty. Sara walked around behind it. "This is the car; now where's Jeremy Daniels?"

As if in answer, something fell from the sky above Greg, landing with a soft plop at his feet. A startled iguana shook itself and trotted off. "I don't know, but I can tell you one thing." He looked up; since he was in the middle of a clearing, all he saw was pale purple sky tinged with cottony clouds. "I don't think we're in Nevada any more."

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"Not getting service on my cellphone."

Greg snorted. "No great surprise there."

"WHAT is that?" Sara pointed in the general direction of an odd, rabbity-looking creature about ten feet from them. It was Irish-setter red, about three and a half feet long, and it glanced curiously at her before returning to eating. "It has.. oh, Greg, it has six legs."

He nodded. "Yes, it does. And it isn't afraid of us at all. Sara, back up slowly and put your hand on your gun."

"Okay. Wanna tell me why?"

"It's eating... umm, I think it's eating Jeremy Daniels."