"Where are we?" A shaken voice replies. A girl definitely, but not my friend.

I dig a deep hole and stuff down my tears. I manage to do a circuit of the room quickly. It's hardly a room, at all more a cell. Aside from two mats there's nothing inside, but what feels like a sink and what is definitely a toilet.

With one hand on the wall, I arrive at the other side, maybe fifteen feet across. I brush the other girl's skin. She jerks away, before reaching back out.

I explain everything that happened. Kayley had been just trying to get into the bar when the flash happened and doesn't remember a thing. She sounds like she's my age, maybe younger.

We lay on the same bed, inches off the floor, listening to a fan hum. At some point I manage to fall asleep. I know, not because I feel super refreshed and ready to go in the morning, but because bright florescent bulb jars me when it flickers on.

When my eyes adjust, I see Kayley crouched by the gate eating right off the floor. She's clearly pretty when she doesn't have black makeup streaking down her face. Her strawberry blond hair is in messy braids. She's small, smaller than me. Her black jumpsuit is surprisingly revealing... for a onesie. It's cut almost to her navel. She doesn't bother holding it closed. With one small pink nipple out, she's squatting down just shoveling in food. When I'm standing over her, I can see she's at least got a bowl.