It was dark when Haruhi woke, but at least she didn't have a pounding headache this time. She didn't really recognize the room she was in, not until by reflex she reached for her clock and, once again, it was not there. Then she remembered.
How did she get here again, she wondered? The last thing she remembered was something about a flashlight... Standing up gingerly, she began to scour the room for anything that might be of use.
Five minutes later she was standing in the hallway wearing a pair of slippers and wiping the sleep from her eyes and shining a flashlight at the line of doors. Her room number was F16, she noted this time, just in case she got lost.
More warily than the last time, if less confused (barely so), she set down the hallway. Maybe she'd learn something more about how she could get back home.
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How did she get here again, she wondered? The last thing she remembered was something about a flashlight... Standing up gingerly, she began to scour the room for anything that might be of use.
Five minutes later she was standing in the hallway wearing a pair of slippers and wiping the sleep from her eyes and shining a flashlight at the line of doors. Her room number was F16, she noted this time, just in case she got lost.
More warily than the last time, if less confused (barely so), she set down the hallway. Maybe she'd learn something more about how she could get back home.