ⅉ 001 ] [ these city streets
One minute she'd been walking to her apartment, then next she was on a street she didn't recognize. Stopping short, she took a few steps backward, glancing up at the building and shaking her head. Definitely not her apartment.
Also, not night. This was clearly day.
She knew she'd had a drink at the art -- sorry the installation, but she hadn't gotten black-out drunk. Her instinct was to check her arms and neck for recent injection sites. That came up empty, which eliminated any sort of drug that had been used to knock her out.
Clearly, she'd lost time. There was a definite period of time where she had to have gotten here instead of in front of her building. Glancing around, Jane reached out to someone passing by, "Excuse me, what street is this?"
"Fulton."
Jane nodded, repeating it quietly to herself. She knew Fulton and this was definitely not Fulton. For one, at the corner there wasn't Piccolo Nido and it was too long. Way too long.
Moving toward the street, Jane glanced to the windshield of the car, looking for a city sticker. When she saw Chicago she balked. Another look to other cars revealed that they all had Illinois plates.
"Chicago? How the hell did I--" Jane cut her sentence off, running her hand through her hair. This was not what she wanted.