She may not have had access to her purpose-built sound system, but she could still sing. As she lathered, then rinsed, her shoulders swaying slightly to music only she could hear she paused for a moment to examine herself. There was something a bit off about her shoulders.

For one thing, they were narrower than she remembered from yesterday; another thing had to do with the muscles of her arms, which were less developed and far less toned than when shed showered just yesterday. It was strange, and it was starting to make her edgy. She didnt like being edgy in the mornings; she took her morning showers for a variety of reasons, but aside from the obvious, the foremost among them was to work herself into a state of relaxed alertness so she could handle the day.

Still, she was awake enough by this point to notice that there was something or quite a few things decidedly off about the situation.

The sound of her voice was wrong, her body felt weird, her feet looked different, her hair felt too short; but, is was only when she had started scrubbing her chest that Sarah came to fully appreciate just how utterly FUBAR things had gone. Shed been a 34 C before last night, and today she was almost as flat as an ironing board. Breathing deeply to calm her frazzled, jangling nerves, Sarah looked down at last.

What she saw there sorely tested her fragile calm.

"I could hear you singing right through the door, Sora," Kadaj-lite, who she was just starting to accept was Riku, said as he barged unceremoniously into the bathroom. "I didnt even know you could sing," he continued, laughing. "What was that song, anyway?"

"Something I picked up on the way here," she muttered, trying to get her thoughts in order and hence not paying too much attention to what she was actually saying.

She was actually inside the first game in the Kingdom Hearts series; only the game had never mentioned food or bathrooms, so this place was more like a fully-realized universe in and of itself. Shed enjoyed watching Sliders back when it was on TV, but this was more like Quantum Leap; shed only caught a handful of episodes of that particular show before shed lost interest. She had never imagined shed be living it one day, otherwise shed have tried to catch more episodes than she once had.

Wheres Al when you need him? she mused, with a vaguely sarcastic chuckle.

"Whats so funny, Sora?"

"Nothing," she said, with a sharp shake of her head; shed all but forgotten about Riku with all of the weirdness.

Which wasnt that good of an idea, really, since he was part and parcel of the weirdness himself.

"What do you mean?" Riku asked, and it sounded like he was coming closer. "On the way to where?"

"On my way over the cookoos nest, apparently," she muttered, lathering up her hair for the second and final time.

Shed long since decided not to confuse herself with pronouns; she was who she was.

"What was that you just said?" Riku asked, and she could see his silhouette clearly enough that she knew he was right outside the shower.

"Ill talk to you after I finish my shower," she said firmly. "I still have hot water here, and I dont intend to waste it."

"Youre not going to use up all the hot water, are you, Sora?"

"If you keep blabbing at me, I just might," she shot back.

Riku laughed. "Okay, I get your point, Sora. Ill see you at breakfast."

"Later, Riku," she said, as the door closed and the minor-secondary-Hero-antagonist-whatever-the-hell-he-was of the Kingdom Hearts series left her alone in the bathroom.

Alone, in the bathroom, with the body of the main protagonist of that selfsame series. A body that she was somehow cohabiting. Well, maybe not, but she really didnt want to think about what Sora might be doing with her body. Although, knowing him, it would probably just be panicking.

Poor kid.

She started to chuckle. "Well, I guess it could be worse. At least Im not stuck in Bioshock. Or Silent Hill," she guffawed. "Or Doom."

True, there were a lot of worse places to find oneself stuck than in the comparatively tame worlds of the Kingdom Hearts franchise, but that didnt mean that she was content to stay. Shed made a fairly comfortable if somewhat hectic at times life for herself back on Earth, and she wasnt going to give it up just because she was stuck in some weird non-game videogame universe. I think I just mentally Rickrolled myself, she mused, chuckling as the lame joke helped her to fully regain her equilibrium at last.

Deciding that she was as showered as she was ever going to get, Sarah turned off the taps, climbed out of the shower, and started to towel off.

There was still the matter of getting dressed, and of finding a decent non-idiotic outfit to wear, which she suspected was going to be a task-and-a-half. Beyond that, there was the matter of dealing with flesh-and-blood people who up to this point had been nothing more than PS2-rendered sprites. Especially those NPCs who only had a few lines of dialogue in-game, or those whose existence annoyed her to the point where she would have liked nothing more than to track down their programmers and punch them in the face a few times.

Speaking of being annoying, she thought with a slight grin, tossing Soras towel down onto his bed and heading over to the closet to see what kind of outfit she could pull together. Hopefully one that was less stupid-looking than the one Sora had worn in-game, but she wasnt going to go hoping for any miracles.

Peering into the closet, she saw that there were a few decent sets of clothes in there. Shed be able to get one, maybe even two not-so-stupid outfits out of the bunch. As for the rest of them, though Zipper fetish much? She thought with a chuckle.

Pulling out some long pants that werent colored too gaudily for her taste, Sarah went hunting for a bag to pack them in. If she was going to be dragged all over the back of beyond, hunting Heartless and trying to save the various worlds they were threatening, she sure as hell wasnt going to go about it completely unprepared the way Sora had. Stuffing the pants and a couple of shirts that shed managed to find into the bag after having rolled them up so they didnt take up so much space she began dressing in the clothes that she had reserved for her own use.

Pulling up the gray shorts, one of the few pairs that she had found without the excessive zipper issues that the others had, she caught sight of a small book on a desk that had been heretofore concealed by the games camera-angles during shots of Soras room.

Picking it up and flipping through it, she found that it was completely blank. The little thing was spiral-bound, so it would serve could serve, rather fine as either a composition notebook, or as a personal journal. After a short internal debate, Sarah decided to record her own thoughts about this little adventure. Like Jimminy Cricket, only a lot less Disney.

Finally locating a pen she wasnt about to get into the logistical headaches that using a pencil would entail she set pen to paper and began to write.