Displacement blues
The first thing that Fred noticed when she stepped out on the street was that she had been quite soundly asleep just a second ago. This was unfortunately supported by the fact that she was wearing her pajamas- fairly modest in a green nightshirt that said 'factorial!' and pajama pants with little beakers all over them. Still, the lack of shoes was annoying.
The next major thing Fred noticed was that this city didn't look like any of the cities she had previously been familiar with. Not San Antonio, Los Angeles, not even any of the cities she vaguely remembered from long-ago road trips. And it definitely wasn't Taxon, although she kept in the back of her mind the possibility for a glitch. At least this place didn't resemble Pylea.
Her survival instincts kicked in almost immediately. She scrambled off the middle of the street in search of someplace dark and safe, where she could collect herself and hopefully figure out what the heck was going on.
The next major thing Fred noticed was that this city didn't look like any of the cities she had previously been familiar with. Not San Antonio, Los Angeles, not even any of the cities she vaguely remembered from long-ago road trips. And it definitely wasn't Taxon, although she kept in the back of her mind the possibility for a glitch. At least this place didn't resemble Pylea.
Her survival instincts kicked in almost immediately. She scrambled off the middle of the street in search of someplace dark and safe, where she could collect herself and hopefully figure out what the heck was going on.