I've Got This Friend by Supermom.
Back shortly.
Nan
Okay, I'm back. How about this one?
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She woke up knowing something was wrong. She wasn't overly concerned at
first; she could handle trouble. Only she couldn't pinpoint what, exactly,
was troubling her -- a vague feeling of dread haunted her stomach, but her
mind was strangely clouded. Warily, she opened her eyes to find she was in
a sunny, cheerful, unfamiliar hotel room. She waited, lying still on the
bed, but could detect no other presence in the room. Carefully, she sat
up, looking around for any clues to jog her failing memory.
As she explored the contents of the room, the details began trickling back
to her. Of course, she was in Italy, with Kent, on their way to his place
in Switzerland. He was having some sort of trouble with the arrangements,
which had infuriated him but only amused her, and so they had been
traveling far slower than he'd intended.
But that didn't feel right either; it had a strange aura of true/not true
that puzzled her ... her mental picture of 'Kent' in particular felt wrong;
he shouldn't be quite so young, or so blond, but older, with dark hair ...
and glasses.... For some reason she was suddenly afraid.
Alright, she told herself, calm down. Start with what you know. My name
is ... Wanda? Wanda Detroit, I'm a singer ... no ... that's not right.
I'm not Wanda.
My name is Lois Lane.
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Have fun.
