A frail girl awoke, her head aching from the fall she had taken. A wave of nausea passed over her, prompting remembrance of the cryptic woman who had confronted her. Sitting up, she reached towards her hip pocket, where her medications lay, and froze.
Where there should have been jeans, the girl's hand met silk. Acclimating herself to this development, she opened her eyes.
And closed them just as quickly, for she saw an open field lit by two moons.
So she was lost.
Not bothering to even begin the daunting task of explaining her exodus from computer to field, the girl stood up and shivered as a cold breeze lit through her legs. So she was lost and naked. Wearing a dress to, by the feel of it.
"Fuckā¦" Jason's voice sounded unnaturally hoarse and high in his ears. So, lost naked, wearing a dress, and sick.
Stumbling forward, a burst of static, words barely discernable across the wave of noise, flashed across her mind.
She dropped to the ground, clutching her head until the wave of information passed through.
With a strangled sob, she curled into a fetal position, sung slowly to sleep by the haunting melody of the world.
