Things are strange.

Drew sat next to Frankie, who was still staring mindlessly at the wall. He waved a hand in front of her face. She looked confused for just a moment before her face slackened and her eyes drooped again.

"Frankie?"

"Oof," she said, as though carrying a heavy load. She grunted, clearly straining, and made eye contact. "...Drew. Hi."

"You ok?" he asked with mounting concern. Her response worsened it.

"I think..." Frankie appeared to zone out, then blinked and began speaking laboriously.

"Mm, hard... to think," she said. "It's really hard... like pushing..."

"Is she sweating?" Theresa asked, obviously bemused.

"Gonna... rest," Frankie mumbled and her eyes became glassy immediately as her jaw hung open.

"What's wrong with her?" Claire asked, concern creasing her face. Martin kissed her cheek and she turned to him. "What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, he continued planting kisses along her neck and jawline. She looked confused for a moment before melting into it with a soft sigh. "That feels nice..." she murmured.

Meanwhile, Theresa had walked over to Frankie, whose eyes were plastered to her jiggling tits. She snapped a finger in front of the other woman's face.

"Frankie! Earth to Frankie! Come back to us!"

"Huh?" Frankie blinked and looked around, then furrowed her brow. "What's... mmf. It's really hard to, uh, think right now. Like a lot of work. A whole lot more work than normal. If I stop thinking then I, um. I guess I stop thinking? It's... it's getting a little easier now."

Drew started to ask her a question but she cut him off.

"No! No talking! I just, uh, need to keep thinking. Ok, so it's like this... it's like, when you're being normal, and you're thinking normally, your thoughts just keep going. Like a train or something. Right? One thought after another after another. But when I fell in the oubliette, my train stopped. I have to push it forward one thought at a time... if I don't try really hard to think, I don't think at all."

"Is it just me or is she not making sense?" Claire breathily asked as Martin sucked on her left nipple.

"It's just you," Frankie said.

"What's just me?"

Frankie snort-laughed at that and smiled. "Ok... ok, phew. I think I've got my momentum back. Ugh, wow, that was crazy! It was like... it was like trying to push-start a manual car!"

She scoffed at the blank looks Drew and Theresa gave her. "Why am I the only one who knows how to drive stick here? Fine, it's like when I fell in the oubliette my thoughts just stopped. It was like when a car dies. Do you get that? And then you have to put it in neutral and push it off the road. Every thought was just so much work, but when I started chaining them together they came faster and faster..."

"So are you back to normal now?" Theresa asked.

"I think so," Frankie said with a goofy grin. "Still can't think about- whoops, just slipped again. Yeah, I'm back at it."

"Great!" Theresa said before shoving her breasts into the petite girl's face. "Now suck my tits! These two assholes stopped and it feels really good!"

"It does, doesn't it?" Claire asked lazily as she reclined in her seat and Martin continued to kiss her breasts. Suddenly her eyes opened and she looked concerned. "Hey, who's sucking on my tits anyway?"

"Dmft wrry bt it," came the muffled reply from below and she looked down with surprise.

"Worry about what? Martin! Are you sucking on my tits?"