Zoe blinked...where the hell was she? She looked around, then down. "What the fuck am I wearing?"
She was outside, it was a sunny day, and...was that the ocean? She looked around for someone to explain this, and spotted someone sitting nearby, reading a newspaper. "Excuse me, do you know..." She trailed off when she noticed several things about the paper.
First, it was the Los Angeles Times. Second, it was a newspaper...who read those anymore? Third, the date on the paper was over 30 years out of date.
"Zoe..." someone called from behind her.
