( She was putting on eyeliner for her evening out when the shakes hit. )

"Thank you for your assistance, Miss Parker," Mrs. Speed said, twirling a pistol around one finger before holstering it. "The League appreciates that you lent a hand in a matter outside your own world. If you ever need help, feel free to call ( Read more... )

So after about a dozen calls to Portalocity, Parker got someone who apologized for her impromptu portal-napping, and got her a place to stay the night before.

Apparently, this London was used to this sort of thing. No big. And they had an interdimensional exchange rate ( Read more... )

Parker had finished morning classes, then driven to London for her internship hours, stopping for a mocha at one of the local Starbucks outlets.

That was when the portal showed up.

"What the--" She tried to go around it. Tried to ignore it. The damn thing was following her. She took two running steps--

( And ended up elsewhere. )

So, Parker looked at the calendar and realized it was almost a week since she'd talked to Cal. And the hospital said she'd be ready for discharge in about that time. Plus, she was going to be off-planet tomorrow.

This precipitated a spate of phone calls to: Veronica in order to have somewhere to take Cal; Xander and Bridge, to plan stuff for ( Read more... )