I Don't Recall Ordering Room Service?

She awoke to find she was still fully clothed. She looked around the room, disoriented at first, then slowly her surroundings and situation registered. Sighing deeply, she picked up her toiletries bag and headed for the shower. As she stood in the white tub, tepid water cascading her fears and anger away, she wondered if she could ever have her regular life back. Too much had changed. She had changed. And she wanted her regular life back. But it seemed now that the only thing to do was go forward in hopes of someday going back.

She toweled off and got dressed again and heard a knock on the door. She looked out the peep hole and didn't see anyone there. She opened the door and on the cheap welcome mat, saw another package. She looked up and down the hall, but whoever had left the package was long gone. It was more than she could bear. Quietly closing the door, she threw herself on the spare bed and hurled the package across the room, letting it smash against the wall and fall in the corner.

"Mmpf," the bed said, apparently not caring for being sat on. She would have chalked it up to ancient springs, but when the bed went so far as to kick her, she jumped up, screaming. She saw a lumpy form in the bed, and as it slowly sat up, she looked around for something to bash it with. She ran around the room until she came up with the remote control, and raised it over her head, ready to strike.

"Hey, Sis, come on! Relax! It's only me!" said an all too familiar voice.

"You? How did you get here?" she said in disbelief.

"Well," he began importantly.

"Never mind. Did you put this out on my doorstep?" she asked all but shoving the now dented and rattling package up his nose.

"No Sis, but if you'd just listen to me for a second--"

"I'm done listening to anyone! I want this finished! I want to go home and back to my normal life. Why the hell am I in Wichita?!"

"Sis, that's what I'm trying to tell you. You came here because you were compelled. Well, I have a feeling we've got to get to England and fast!"

She sat and contemplated this latest bit of information. As she did, she opened the box, and found nothing of any value except some Alka-Seltzer which might help her indigestion sometime soon. One could never be too sure.

"Alright, monkey boy, let's go to Merry Olde England," she said finally. They packed all the new package contents in her bag and headed for the airport. The sun was just rising as they set out for England, and she wondered as she looked out the window if she would ever see home again.