Sarah woke up, clutching her head. What had happened? She unplugged the computer and put it on the desk far away. If it was shocking people, it was certainly too dangerous to use. She'd have to get a new one. maybe a better one.
She stumbled downstairs to eat. She was starving. No one else was home. the MacMillans weren't known as a family who ate together and Sarah's cooking skills were limited to phoning for takeout and nuking.
She started in the fridge, finding a few pounds of cold cuts. Starving, she devoured them. After that, not sated, she drank a full liter of cola...not diet. She couldn't figure out why she was being such a pig.
She kept eating, mostly sugary drinks and foods high in protein and starch before she felt sated...and exhausted, and headed back up to bed. "The shock must have screwed me up or something," she said, falling into bed and collapsing.
