<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">The last few weeks had been something else. Strange to say the least. Nami sat pretty on a public bench, hair pulled back and legs crossed at the knees as she watched a window full of T.V. screens. They showed different pictures on each of them that mostly held none of her interest, but one had her eyes glued to it. It was a news channel with a plain-looking man. Brightly colored boxes and words popped around him as he sat stiff as a stone. It was kind of funny, she mused internally. People here were so strange. <br/>
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Along the bottom of the screen in big, bold, white letters read </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><b>BREAKING NEWS: </b>Rubberband Boy makes another appearance!</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">The girl on the bench giggled a little. It was a cute nickname she'd never let her captain hear the end of. She couldn't actually make out what the news reporter was saying, though she might have caught a few words here or there by just reading his lips. The image in the top right corner clarified so much more though as a familiar figure in shorts and a red shirt literally shot across the screen. <br/>
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She'd been searching for him pretty much since day one, knowing he was the most likely to stir up trouble. She obviously had other concerns, including another old face in the newspaper she'd swiped that morning. A man with green hair had been accused of breaking and entering and that was apparently a big deal here. <br/>
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She expected no less. But in the short time she'd been here, she'd heard not a single word on the others. It made her wonder if they'd made it here too or if only the three of them had. She honestly hardly even knew where 'here' was. Cleveland. That's what she'd been told, but acquiring a map of the place proved quite difficult. If only she could get her hands on one, she'd be able to figure out where she was and how to get home from here. <br/>
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How to get home.... That was a whole different ballgame. She couldn't really even explain how she ended up here in the first place. She just remembered watching a few of her friends literally disappear in front of her eyes. Bartholomew Kuma's flat, expressionless face didn't even twitch as he banished them from apparent existence. The icy hand of dreaded memory clutched at her chest as she remembered the agonizing fear she'd endured in the five seconds before it was her turn. And before she knew it, she was flying. Flying through the air and then through.... well she couldn't really explain what else any better than the whole situation overall. <br/>
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She'd passed out at some point and woken up some time later in a dark, dirty room that barely had any furniture in it. She had been laid out on a couch that smelled like it was thirty years old and covered in a ratty quilt, confused and more or less all alone. A lot had happened since then, but nothing cured the sudden depression like the first news report she'd seen of Luffy. She was so relieved that she literally cried. And now she was determined to find him and the others. Their journey back home wasn't going to wait forever!</span>