...got at least a little of her memory of last ...

"Hey gays, gals, and in-betweens. I just remembered something." Jezebel proclaimed as more of the group members began to stir. They huddle around their leader. She cleared her throat and began to speak.

"So I recall that we were all camping around this place." Jezebel began. "I mean, well, not this place in particular. No wait, I think it was this place but we were some ways lower."

Jezebel pushed past the group and walked passed the parking lot. There were railings blocking the edge of a cliff. It seemed that the group were on higher elevations as down below Jezebel could easily see a forest of plants. And in the middle of said forest was what appeared to be a small town.

"How'd we missed that?" Jeff said as the group looked down at the clearing. Jezebel smiled.

"Yeah, we were down there strumming and drinking in our little van when some guy. I can't seem to remember his name, Karl I think, anyways some ratty looking fellow asking if we wanted to play a gig." Jezebel mime the guy's physical ticks.

"Say young gents." Jezebel huffed her voice lower. "And gent-tell women. How do you folks sing to a hefty tune of five-kay."

Jezebel sat down and continued her story.

"So we all agree and by that point Jeff's little pinpoints start coming back in." Jezebel explained.

"So do you remember the date when we did this?" Kristina questioned.

"Pfft. Yeah. It was the tenth." Jezebel answered. Kristina's eyes widened and she proceeded to get out her phone. Sharing it with the group, the members all groaned in shock. Today was the twelfth.