Canada sat up and gingerly touched the lump that protruded out the side of her head. She groaned and lay back down again.
What had begun as a simple trip -- a diversion on a day where the available time seemed disproportionate to the worthwhile activities planned to fill it -- had somehow descended into an unprecedented nightmare delivering new and unwanted levels of mind%*&#ery. Crawling up into a ball and hoping it would all go away seemed like the most sensible option. But as she became more cognizant of her surroundings she couldn't help but wonder: Where was Daly? Where was Absalom? Where was the smoldering rubble of Simon's decimated house? Canada sat up again, she couldn't help herself. Where the hell was she?