She wakes up in a bed that was not hers, is not even the one (also not hers) that she was expecting. She gets up, very cautiously, and ventures out into the hall. There is a small pistol in her hand, and she is dressed neatly but conservatively in the style of the 1950s, a cross and a scarf both around her neck. She might be twenty five, perhaps
(
Read more... )