Ow. She'd fallen right on her hip and it was going to bruise. She struggled to form a complete, rational thought. Her brain felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. Her body didn't feel familiar, didn't even look familiar. Her arms and legs were thinner. Her jeans were loose around her waist. And where was she, exactly? Where had she been when she'd fallen asleep?

But the voice, the hands checking her over, she knew them. Steve. She forced herself to lift her head and open her eyes. She completely missed that he had asked her a question. With him there, figuring everything else out didn't seem so urgent. Her eyelids drooped again not unlike a drowsy baby's might. She managed to touch her temple to his shoulder and utter a single word.

"Bathroom."