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This? Was totally not fair. She was heading to school like she's supposed to, even if it seems soooo boring usually. And then her senses felt like something was wrong. Really, really wrong. A cacophony of light and sound overwhelmed her senses and she fell hard onto dry earth. She groaned as she slowly stood up. Uh-oh, this must be like that dimensional displacement stuff Uncle Ray and Uncle Egon have gone about during one of their brainstorming sessions. It definitely wasn't the bar, and New York hadn't had cornfields around for a really long time. She was now turning around at the edge of one, and there was no sign of people anywhere. Not even a flicker of ghosts in the area right now either. This was bad, like giant twinkie time bad possibly.

Right, gotta be some town or city or something around here somewhere right? Just gotta walk around and find it. So she dusted herself off, and started walking in a random direction, hoping her instincts were still good.

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The long, snakelike stream of gold mist that's circling above Maria at a distance of a few metres could be a ghost.

It isn't, but surely it could concievably pass itself off as one.

Oooh, shiny. It wasn't a ghost, but that had to be magic.

"Rock... hey, who's here?"

The mist floats down to the ground, where Sam appears, arms folded. He's still rather bruised and battered from the sparring with Venom.

"Yo."

Her eyes widened at that.

"Cool entrance! The gold's a nice touch."

"I think it is, yes." Sam says, grinning. "I mean, the colour isn't intentional, but still."

"Well, if you got it, flaunt it as my dad likes to say," She shrugged and smiled.

"Damn right." Solemnly. "Are you new here?"

She nodded, and gave a rueful expression, "Kind of obvious huh? It's not New York, it's not the bar, where is this?"

She then took a better look at him, "You ok?"

"Yeah, sparring match gone wrong. The bar, you say? That a specific bar?" You've piqued his interest now.

"Yeah? Hope the other guy looks worse. And pff-duh, the bar of course. The only really cool one that kids can go to. I usually hang out there when the door works."

"He does, but that's only because he's just generally ugly, it was a pretty clear win for him. I'll win the rematch." Handwave. "The bar? As in the one at the end of all things?"

She snorted at that, but then blinked.

"Yes! OMG, you've been there too? I was born there even! My dad's a Ghostbuster."

"I wasn't born there, but I've been there. A lot."

"Cool! Man, ok, that's great. At least something familiar around here... Uh, where are we anyway?"

"Twenty-first century Earth, following an apocalypse. Lots of dead people."

"....Seriously? There wasn't anybody who could stop it, and save the world?" For somebody used to friends and family who did the world saving regularly, a world ending was a definite shock.

"Someone protected all of Kansas? That's something, at least."

"Oh is that where we are? Never been this far west. My family lives in New York."

"We're not in Kansas yet - Transfer points don't open there, so there's no way anybody actually arrives in Kansas. Somewhere not far outside of it, right now."

"Oh ok, so what, it's a people eating portal that just randomly spits them out in Nowheresville, USA, huh?" She sounded like the idea of it didn't sound that weird. "I mean, I don't remember any dimensional doors being open in New York, except the one to the bar you know?"

"Not necessarily the USA. I showed up in the Himalayas."

She gave a harsh laugh, "Oh boy did you get off course. Does that mean I could have been spit out anywhere? Even the North Pole or the middle of a desert?"

"Pretty much."

"....ugh. That would have seriously sucked." Grimacing at the idea.

"There are monsters, too. Probably loads in the deserts, lurking under the sand."

There was an interested look at that, "Oh yeah? What kind of monsters?" Shame she couldn't have snuck one of her dad's proton packs over here if she had known.

"Monstery types!"

She gave him a look, "Okay, Mr. Vague... can we narrow it down? Demons, evil spirits or deities, werewolves, vampires, sea monsters, what kind?"

Sam gives this a long, thoughtful pause.

"Monstery kinds." He says eventually. "They're monstery."

She just did a eyeroll to that, "Dude, do you know how very un-helpful that is? How can somebody bust them if they don't know what they are?"

She then added, "Um... if they need busting that is. Is this the people-hurty kind of monster?"

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