A steady rumbling on the floor below her roused Misha from a medicated unconsciousness. She first felt the rumble, then the soreness of her body pressed limply against the floor. She lifted her head and brushed her hair out of her face with a drowsy but wary hand. [i]Where am I? Back in my parents' truck?[/i] She rubbed her eyes, face formed into a grimace. As the stars blinked out of her eyes, she realized where a start that this scene was entirely unfamiliar. She sat up quickly.