Dirty Little Secret

Mood: 

Lost

Who: Samantha
Where: In the woods behind the chapel.
When: About noon, but before Ben's little breakdown.

Samantha was cold. In some very wrong places. Mumbling a little, fighting off her sleep paralysis, she forced herself to pull her green silk nightgown down just a little bit more. Her well-manicured fingernails brushed slightly against the mattress, drawing little lines in the dirt.

Dirt?

Samantha's eyes popped open. Her head was resting on her arm, which in turn was resting, along with the rest of her body, not on a bed or pillow or mattress, but in a pile of leaves and dirt. She sat up, trying to assess her situation. Why was she in the woods? She was supposed to be moving into a house. And she never expected to find herself like this- leaves in her hair, dressed only in her nightgown and socks.

She stood up a little shakily, still shaking off her sleep. Looking around, she could see a clearing in the trees. Heading towards it, she could see the back of a building, but it didn't look big enough for what she'd expected. Looking past that, however, she could make out what looked like the smouldering remains of what might have been the house, but what had happened? Did something happen while she was in transit?

She looked around. Where's my luggage? It started to dawn on her that she had nothing. No clothes, no makeup, no medication, no hormones... no underwear. Fuck. Right now Samantha was cursing her usual habit of not wearing underwear to bed. It was the one time of the day she felt comfortable freeing that little poison factory between her legs from its usual restraint. And now it had backfired. If there were people around, she'd have to be doubly careful until she could do something about that. Sighing, she headed towards the building. Maybe there was someone in there who could help her figure out what was going on here.