All she could see were colors. They were flashing before her eyes at warp speed and she felt the icy breath of panic on the back of her neck. She could feel herself trying to crawl out of her own skin and then she opened her eyes. The blonde from the bookstore was staring at her with a concerned look on her face. Ashley slowly sat up on both of her hands and noticed that she was lying in a plain back room. The floor was tiled and the blonde was holding a tiny paper cup.

“I got you some water,” she said offering the cup to Ashley. The brunette took it and examined it. The other girl looked at her expectantly and Ashley raised the flimsy cup to her desiccated lips. The water felt amazing against her burning throat and she quickly drained the cup dry. The world began to come back into focus and she shook her head slightly, trying to recall what had happened.

“Where am I?” Ashley asked. She was sitting up now, her legs dangling off of the table and she swung them to make sure that her limbs still worked.

“Um you’re in McCallins Bookstore. Look are you okay?” The blonde asked her stepping forward and placing a hand on the bare skin of her shoulder. The simple skin to skin contact caused Ashley’s body to jolt and she wrenched away.

“Who are you?” She demanded to know. The other girl looked surprised and she withdrew her hand, biting her thumbnail nervously.

“Spencer, Spencer Carlin, and you are?” Spencer looked like she was waiting for a handshake but Ashley ignored the look.

“How long was I out?”

“I don’t know maybe fifteen minutes?” Spencer answered her. Ashley hopped off the table and began to pace the floor muttering to herself.

“I only have an hour and forty-five minutes, I can’t believe it worked… what to do what to do….”