It was a strange feeling. Like she was being pulled in the ebb and flow of the tide..But something didn’t add up. She didn’t remember going to the beach, or being anywhere near one. Nothing made sense..but then again, she ought to be used to that, shouldn’t she?
She realized, with a startling burst of clarity, that this situation was eerily familiar. She sat up so abruptly, she nearly dislodged the helmet resting on her neck. She half expected to find herself laying on the side of a hill in the Irish countryside, like she had the last time she’d felt like this. But this wasn’t anywhere she’d ever been before. Certainly not Ikebukuro.
Her head swiveled. She could sense Shooter there, patient and concerned probably. Maybe. Could it be concerned? Those memories lay somewhere else, in all likelihood. Certainly the layout she could see was unlike anything she’d seen before.
She shifted, realizing she was tightly clutching something in her hand. Peering at it, it seemed to be an identification card and a room key. Well, now that was even stranger. Perhaps Shinra would know..of course, the only question was..where was he? Or rather, where was she for that matter?
More importantly, she didn’t feel her phone—Oh, that wasn’t good. Well, as long as she could find a notepad, it would be alright. She probably looked a bit strange, glancing around as frantically as she was.
How did she keep getting herself into these situations?