Lost and Found
A boy’s face that said its name was Tom swam unclearly into view and offered to take her to his home. All she could think of to say was that she was a little too old for him, but thank you anyway, which just produced an odd look on his face and an offer of his sweatshirt, as she was not wearing very much and could catch cold. She did not feel cold, but out of modesty she pulled it on with arms that felt as if they were made of lead. When she tried to stand up, it very nearly worked, too, apart from the world spinning at great speed with some very pretty stars. Then the ground leapt up and hit her quite hard, which was the most unfair of all as she could not remember giving it any reason to. Then the world went all fuzzy, and she passed out.
