She wasn't sure how she had gotten into this situation, completely..

She had been reading her manga last night, with her favorite little purple reading light, under her covers in the dark.

She'd turned a page in the book, and she remembered dozing off a bit, falling asleep.. The light had burnt out and it was dark again..

And then she was in handcuffs.

"Kami-sama, Karma almighty, give me patience," she hissed under her breath, "For if you grant me strength.." The threat was silent, but still there. She. Was Pissed. She was in what looked like an interrogation office, and from the posters on the wall and the graffiti scratched into the table, she automatically thought of Japanese.. How she knew that from Chinese nearly made her think twice about it, but a door opening had her sitting pin straight and alert. No way was she going to-

And there was a giant walking cartoon..

Okay, she was asleep.. OR dead.. Possibly both.. She looked down at her pajamas, which looked to have been through hell and back with the torn, burn ends they seemed to display.

"I apologize for the treatment," the young cop nodded toward her hands, "But it isn't often we find a girl hooked to a bomb.."

"Bomb.." she repeated, her eyes wide as she processed what he had said, not the fact that she could understand him.. "What bomb..?"

He looked truly surprised, then pitiful, "You've been unresponsive for several days miss, you don't remember the bomb..?" She shook her head numbly, her head pounding, "How.. did i get here..?"

"One of the bomb-squad men saw you tied to the.. well," he coughed, clearing his throat, "Well, he brought you back, and we weren't sure if you were a suicide bomber or a civilian.."

"So you brought me in for questioning to make sure.." she nodded, her tone understanding. "I get it.. but.. I don't remember a bomb.. at all.. One minute I was reading in my bed, and.."

He sighed slightly, before taking a seat across from her, pushing a small glass of water forward, "If it makes you feel any better, I've been trying to persuade them into letting you go back home.."

She took a grateful sip, her throat less dry with the clear drink, "Where am I, even? This hardly looks like Los Angeles.." He looked shocked by the comment, before cracking a weak smile, "Oh, no, its no Hollywood.. You are at the Kanto Police Department.."

"Kanto..?" she repeated, the name striking a distant bell, "Isn't that in Japan..?"

"Miss..?" his tone because cautious, his jest washing away to show surprise, "Do you know where you are..?"

"Not a clue," she shook her head slowly, her eyes widening as she noticed an emblem on his badge. Japanese Task Force..

Oh Kami..

Oh Karma..

Oh FUCK-..

"Where am I..?" she asked quietly, her voice lowered and strained. The officer raised in hands in defense, trying to calm her, "Miss.. Please relax.. You're safe here.."

"I don't think.." she started to rasp, but the words died on her tongue, and she fell forward, her body warm as she fell into the familiar depths of sleep..