I've been having some... very strange dreams.

[Jane is at home, in front of a painting hung up on the wall behind her. The painting is of a tower on an island against a stormy-looking sky but the entire image is strangely blurred, as if seen through a fog or as a reflection in a window.

Her jackalope is on her lap, tolerating her attention (long, slow, gentle strokes of its soft ears). She hesitates before she goes on.]

I'm sure it sounds silly. [She has been very unsettled since she suddenly 'woke up' at that ceremony, dressed to the nines with no idea of where she was. Running had been her first instinct, and no doubt the same could be said of many others.]

But I wondered if anyone else had been dealing with the same thing since-- For the last couple of weeks. Normally I wouldn't mention it at all, [And her voice speeds up here, as if stumbling over trying to explain herself.] but one doesn't simply lose that amount of time without wondering where they might have been--

[There's a smile, but it lacks her usual brightness.]

Um... thank you.