New Arrival

The street was unfamiliar but the creeping sensation of wrongness wasn't. Jane shook her head in a vain attempt to clear her muddled senses while taking stock of what she had.

Or didn't.

Making jump after jump got dizzying after a time, especially when you never knew what or where you'd end up and it seemed the universe was playing a long con game on her having sent her back somewhere she'd been before. Even if those memories were warped and confused and she didn't enjoy any kind of introspection.

She was definitely broke again, which, fine, that's not surprising, but what was, was that she came to wearing her leather jacket, hair cut short and feeling, well, generally older. Weird. So weird. She should make a scale of weird things that happen to her.

She needed a drink. And there was no better place to find a drink than in the center of a seedy city and off the beaten path. She enters the first bar she sees and slides onto a stool at the far left of the counter. Maybe not the best first choice when waking up somewhere new, but there were probably worse.

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Or find her, slightly less sober, somewhere else.