Only One Way

... I was...

Where was I?  I glanced around.  I was on my back, I knew that much.

"I think she's stirring," someone said.  Three shapes appeared above me.

I tried to sit up, but a hand gently pushed me down.  "You stay put.  You'll be fine."

"Where am I?" I asked groggily.  The shapes above me slowly came into focus.  Three faces were peering down at me, clearly concerned.

"Gwen's living room," the dark-haired one answered tentatively.  I studied her face.  Why was did it look so familiar?

"Julia?  That you?" I asked.

"Should she recognise you, Jules?" a redhead asked Julia.

"She should, Tein.  We were neighbors all through grade-school.  I think the hat worked."

"I dunno," the other said skeptically, crossing her arms.  "I'm not convinced she's completely cured."

"C'mon Gwen," Julia sighed.  "Why do you always have to play the skeptic?"

"Because I don't want to end up mind-controlled, thank you very much."  This Gwen peered suspiciously at me, narrowing her eyes.  "There's only one way we can really see if she's cured."

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