Sam! Guv!

[have an Annie mid-run screeching to an almost halt, looking around herself, confused.]

Wha -

[she stops, looking back from where she came from again]

That was just a shop a minute ago, wasn't it?

[still looking around herself, eyes looking up, then down in confusion]

Doesn't seem to be much of a shop at the moment. Doesn't seem to be much of anything, really.

[turning around herself in a small circle and finally taking a deep breath]

Now just to work out what this is all about. Suppose I coulda slipped and fell back there. Hit my head and now I'm seeing stars [her eyes shift a little, still taking in her surroundings] everywhere. Or maybe I'm still in bed and I never even woke up yet this morning. Drugs maybe? They did bring in those hippies the other night. Really oughta try to keep a better eye on that lot.

Whatever it is, is enough to make you think you lost your mind.

[laughs, rolling her eyes]

And I'm talking to meself now, too. That solves it.

[Have an Annie, sorting through containers of stuff in the evidence locker]

As mad as things may be getting, this place still needs to be organized, sometimes.

[Is on the plane, eating a sandwich. And she has a glass of juice. Mmmm, juice. Anyhoo, she's a little angry at Sam, because he missed their lunch. :\ Which is code for "work sucks when you're the only woman in the office and everyone else there is a sexist pig, Gene is a little nuts, and WTF reality mergers with CHEETAHS, and Sam missing lunch just kind of frustrated her."]

The lunch plans fell through, I guess. Oh, well. [Eats the sandwich. It makes her happy, okay?]

[Entire Annie, dressed nicely]

It's been while since I've been out with my mates for a nice, proper night out. It'll be nice, though, even if Bethany-Ann keeps trying to set me up with Richard, since she married Wilson and Jessica married Bob and she thinks that everything will be "complete" or some nonsense like that if I marry Richard.

...Bethany-Ann's always been a bit off, though.

[And here we have Annie, sitting at a table and writing in a diary. Well, chewing on her pen. And drinking tea. And then chewing on her pen again, until she figures out something to write. In which case she writes it.

Also, there's a lamp. An oil lamp. Like a genie's lamp. And she just rubbed it.]


Oh, well. Worth a try.

I think my aunt is finally well again, which is a relief. I don't really mind taking care of her, but her cat following me around everywhere is a bit unnerving.

...it actually looks a bit like a skeleton, too, now that I think about it.

[Annie is in the bathtub. Fear not! There are plenty of bubbles, so you can't really see anything. Unless you're really looking. ANYHOO. Her eyes are also closed and she's chillin' with the bath pillow and relaxing and you know how it goes, right? You know you do.

--until she notices that she doesn't hear the housecat making noise. Which makes her open her eyes. CUE FREAKOUT.]

--what. Nonono. I'm not supposed to be here. Not now.

[And here is a vaguely tired looking Annie, stretching] I feel a bit weird, but it's not too bad. Like I slept for a long time.

Thanks for the clothes, though, Sam. That was definitely a welcome surprise. And better than what else was lying around.

...anyone know why there's a cheetah outside of the office?

I don't even think that the Manchester Zoo has any.....

[Annie is sitting at her desk, doing paperwork, with a bowl of ice cream next to her]

There's a beehive in the office. It was getting to be impossible to do paperwork in there without chance of getting stung. Which really wouldn't be good right now. Doing paperwork from hospital wouldn't be too easy....

[Sneaks a cookie out of her desk drawer and keeps working]

--Right. This is a bit weird, isn't it? Standing in the middle of nowhere, all alone and talking to myself. And the stars, I could be talking to them, as well.
I need to stop spending so much time with Sam. Madness isn't contagious or anything, but I've been starting to talk to myself more lately, and, well, it is Sam.
Anyway. Am I still asleep? That'd explain it. I've had a dream like this once before. Well, not exactly like this. But close to it.

It's nice, though, this place. Sort of pretty, even if it is a bit weird and I have no clue where I am. And it's quiet. That's nice, too, considering. It's a bit loud everywhere in Manchester, I think. Hard to hear yourself think, sometimes. I think that's life everywhere, though, unless you're out in the country. Maybe I should consider that. But it wouldn't be nearly as interesting.