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Joanna didn't quite grasp what was going on. A minor fight. Jumped as she was... and then the world went dark. There was barely a semblance of her being moved.
She couldn't tell how long it had been since she'd been moved. The rain had ceased falling, but the sun had long since set. "Hello?" called the young woman nervously. Running her fingers through her hair across her scalp, Joey felt for any bumps. No bruises. Little to nothing. "Is anyone there?" Another nervous call, as she rose to her feet from the place she'd been laid. The room was vividly colorful, in lavender and sea green. Like a child's room. Was she loaned a bed after being rescued? Wildly naive the thought.
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Back and rarin' to go.
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