We landed in the forest and Jordan immediately fell. Laughing, I helped him up and over to a large fallen tree to sit. He started vomiting all his pizza seconds later.
"Remind me never to do that again," he said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You'll get used to it," I laughed.
"Anyway, where are we? We're definitely not in Pullman. Probably not even in Washington."
"Yes we are. Look, you can see the school right over there in the distance," I said, pointing in the direction of the school.
"Marcy, that is not WSU. That's a different school," he said, seriously.
"What do you mean? Of course it's WSU. Where else would it be?" I said, now confused.
"Seriously? Then what happened to all the snow?" He asked, and I looked around before shrugging my shoulders.
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