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[grip_on_reality]

[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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[grip_on_reality]

[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?

[most_feared]

[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.]

[grip_on_reality]

[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.

[most_feared]

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.

[grip_on_reality]

[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.

[most_feared]

[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.]