Willa furrowed her brow at the assorted replies regarding her question of the year. As far as she knew, it was 2014, but what was up with the random numbers coming out? Like three-thousand something, and the 1974 from the rocket? How could it be both 2014 and 1974 at the same time? Willa contemplated this for a minute before she realized that she was just going round and round in circles and gave up, deciding that maybe later on everything would clear up. She watched with a small laugh as an adorable elf dressed in yellow ran into a rocket, followed by the Pokemon or whatever the hell he or she or it was. Then there was a man who looked to be from the Wild West that had been identified as Rattlesnake Jack, asking if they were from the city or something. His lingo was a bit hard to follow, and she had no idea what a sweat-lodge could possibly be. 

"So what should we do?" Willa asked aloud. "Clearly, we're all stranded here for some reason or the other or maybe the universe just decided it wanted to fuck with us, but what happens after twenty four hours or whatever? Does anyone have any sort of food or water on them, in case we're still here after a week? Or longer?" As much as Willa wanted to get back to her own world, she knew that she had to be practical and find a way to at least be alive when the time came...if the time ever did come. Deciding that it would be in her best interest to figure out what the items in her backpack did, she tentatively sat down, balancing precariously on the floaty thing that was not water yet not the solid ground.

Unzipping the bag, this time Willa pulled out a thin piece of a soft green cloth that was wrapped around a white stick. She unraveled the bright lime ribbon in confusion until the whole thing was spread across her lap, along with the miniature stick. It was then that she realized what it was-a tiny rhythmic gymnastics ribbon. She frowned. What use was that to her? How did she get it, and why was it here? It looked exactly like the one she had at home....just downsized a ton. Sighing, she brushed a strand of her hair away from her face and looked back up to see what the others were doing.