adventures in . . . [ota]
A part of Emily thought, hello, you're not in Kansas anymore. Then again, she hadn't been to begin with. No, she hadn't been anywhere close.
She had awoken in a bedroom hours before, to the insistent meowing of a cat. Her hand had moved to shoo Sergio away although he had taken it as an open invitation to use that very hand as a scratching device. With a wry noise, she had opened her eyes, but what ever words were going to be spoken, died in her mouth.
It was her cat, but it hadn't been her room. Further exploration of both the room and her memories hadn't helped matters much either. And, she wasn't dreaming, as a pinch to her arm had told her.
Now, several hours later, Emily had emerged, cautious but curious, as she made her way out of the hotel (one she did not recall checking into, but that clearly had a room prepared for her) and down to the sidewalk below. As for answers, they hadn't exactly been forthcoming, but perhaps something could be found as she explored.
She had awoken in a bedroom hours before, to the insistent meowing of a cat. Her hand had moved to shoo Sergio away although he had taken it as an open invitation to use that very hand as a scratching device. With a wry noise, she had opened her eyes, but what ever words were going to be spoken, died in her mouth.
It was her cat, but it hadn't been her room. Further exploration of both the room and her memories hadn't helped matters much either. And, she wasn't dreaming, as a pinch to her arm had told her.
Now, several hours later, Emily had emerged, cautious but curious, as she made her way out of the hotel (one she did not recall checking into, but that clearly had a room prepared for her) and down to the sidewalk below. As for answers, they hadn't exactly been forthcoming, but perhaps something could be found as she explored.