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[Menzies arrives lying on the ground somewhere in the middle of the Plane. she's breathing hard, looking rather horrified and a little pale. she quickly sits up, looking down at herself in apparent confusion. then she starts to pat herself down, as though checking for injuries] All right... No gunshot. Fine now, then. Sure.

[taking a deep breath, she pulls herself to her feet, still looking completely frazzled. after a moment's thought, she takes hold of the ID badge that hangs around her neck. pulling it out, she briskly runs the edge of it along the back of one her hands, creating a small cut. she winces but watches with apparent interest as the cut bleeds red] And not dead. [she breathes a sigh of relief] First thing that's gone right all day... [she replaces her ID card before looking around, her expression uncharacteristically uncertain. she still looks pale and out of breath, and she clearly has no idea what to do now] Maybe this is payback for pissing off Ray.

[ooc: Menzies is in the middle of major trouble back home! See my OOC post for details.]

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[she smiles wryly] Nobody. We got a note about that. But Meredith stopped by in person to tell us to start killing people. [which is just like this place, really]

[He looks perplexed briefly by that. To his knowledge, Meredith no longer was in charge of the place. He isn't sure when it changed over, either. But he'll look into that later, when Menzies doesn't look like she's all wired up.]

How long is it taking your head to clear up when you jump here?

[she's caught by surprise by the change of subject, and she makes a face] Hard to say. I still don't really remember much of what happened before I came here the first time. But the headache's better, at least. [and she's managing to concentrate again, which is a huge relief] Mind giving me a 'and up? [because it's about time she got back on her feet]

Was there a headache when you showed up with the gunshot that wasn't a gunshot? [She hadn't mentioned one that he recalled. He stands and offers her his hand.]

[she had bigger things on her mind at the time] Yeah. Got worse when we went there--I think Frank must've done something. [she pauses, considering whether to mention this] What I don't know is how long I was there before I woke up the first time. I didn't remember it then, but I did wake up in that room after the gunshot. It's how I got a chance to come here at all.

[and if she goes back...considering she nearly passed out before she left, she's not sure if she'll be able to get herself out again]

[but for the moment, she takes his hand, pulling herself up. she's relieved to find that she's perfectly steady on her feet, and she lets his hand go] Cheers.

...I sure as hell hope we don't have to wait for you to die again for us to unhook you. We have some dream technology that'll let people infiltrate other people's minds, but I'm not sure you're technically "asleep" for this.

[He still hangs around close, even after she lets go of his hand in case it turns out that she's not steady on her feet. Sometimes he rears to go too early and it catches up with him.]

[she grimaces] Exactly what I was thinking. [which isn't entirely true. considering she didn't make it to the Plane until after she'd already died at least four times (because she remembers a fourth now), she's afraid they're going to have to wait for her to die more times than one] Maybe the Doctor'll have some thoughts on that, too.

It's not my area of expertise. [though she's pretty sure he's right--what she's been experiencing hasn't been at all like a dream. she's just not sure what else to call it] But it's over now, anyway. [and she's still standing just fine. see, Kay? she's all right for now]

But maybe... [thoughtfully, she reaches into her pocket. she really does wonder how long it took her to get to the Plane in the first place; the holes in her memory are not sitting well with her at all. and yes--her mobile's still there! which, despite the fact that she's from 2011, is still a flip phone. she opens it, checking the time and date--and her eyes go wide with horror] ...that's not possible.

What? What is it? [He doesn't know what day it's supposed to be in her world, but he leans over her shoulder to look. Sorry about that.]

[that's all right, she's too stunned to be worried about what he's doing] It says it's Saturday! {Saturday afternoon, in fact--a little after three] I met Frank at that café on Monday night. How--it can't have been five days!

[but apparently it has been. she has no idea how to take this information at all. has he really had her in that thing for five days!?]

[it's funny what seems important when you're really shocked by something, but she blurts out her kneejerk reaction of:] How the hell am I going to explain this when I get back?

[A pause.]

You know a guy with a time machine. I guess have him drop off a doctor's excuse?

[Seemed easier to fix than... whatever that contraption was.]

[she chuckles at that idea. it sounds like you have practice with this sort of thing] Ah, I doubt that'd be allowed. And I wouldn't know where to find him. [not in her own version of reality, anyway. she sighs] I'll work something out.

[she closes her mobile and puts it back in her pocket, still trying to think this through] Well. Could be worse. [because at least she doesn't seem to have any physical signs of that sort of captivity. just...whatever's been done to her head. and telling herself that it could be worse is her way of dealing with how upsetting it is] I'm going to get some coffee and see what else I can remember.

Don't worry. I can say something to them. [Nueralyzers help convince people of excuses that aren't always totally legitimate.] Alright. I'll go get some coffee too [He likes his MiB coffee] Drop off that letter and I'll be back later to see what you've worked out.

[she gives him an amused look, wondering just what he plans to say. he's being much too helpful] Thanks. I'll, uh, keep it in mind.

[she nods] All right. I'll stay near the kitchen, then. See you later.

[It's better than not being helpful enough! But for now he steps off the Plane. He'll be back later, hopefully to better news.]

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