You know what's worse than being a third wheel? Being stuffed in an apartment so small, you even get woken up by their exaggerated giggles. What the hell, man, this was so not what Ella signed up for. She needed a break. Now. So with a quick goodbye, she dawned her favorite boots, splashed some water on her wild curls, and headed out the door with her satchel in hand.<br/><br/>Ipod, Kindle, wallet, watch. Check, check, check, check. She didn't know where she was going, but that was half the fun of a new city anyway. When she agreed to take her friend with her on her next backpacking trip, they had specify vetoed out visiting any online friends they may hold feelings for. It made things complicated, they weren't going to do that to each other. When they flew into Norway, Martha had assured her Lee was "just a friend". Martha was a bloody lier.<br/><br/>The train doors opened and closed as it moved towards the heart of the city. Ella breathe in and out, trying to put aside her rolling emotions. It was a tactic that usually worked, but three weeks of being ignored and finding them cuddling on the couch designated as<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>bed was apparently her limit. Fucking a, man.<br/><br/>She slipped off the train at National Theater, the slight heels of her boots clacking in a way that made her smile as she weaved through the crowd. Her heart stuttered, everything went back.<br/><br/><br/>Ella woke up on the ground, surrounded by strangers that seemed to know each other well enough. Most were talking amongst themselves, their faces furrowed in various forms of shock, confusion, or excitement. Oh God, had she fainted again? She squeezed her eyes close, trying to straighten her head. Things felt off. Like the way her eyelids squeezed and the place of her nose as she crinkled it. She chalked that off to disorientation, but where was the tell-tale headache that usually accompanied one of her episodes? And her heart wasn't off-beat. In fact, she felt fantastic, like someone had shot pure energy through her entire body and healed everything, -everything-.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes and gasped. She could see everything with incredible detail-- the fibers of the stranger's clothing, each individual hair on their heads. And how she most certainly wasn't in the train station anymore. She hastily pushed herself up, but she wasn't familiar with this body. Her new elven strength sent her flying a foot up and back, onto her ass. She screamed in shock, it was a girlish thing she was always embarrassed about doing, but she couldn't help it. She yelped, and the melodic pitch of  this body's voice resonated through the air.<br/><br/>The scream faded out. She sat open-mouthed on the ground, her brain slowly comprehending that sound came from her. She looked down. She blinked. Her instincts kicked in, pushing aside her messy confusion until she was in a safe place, and she could address it.<br/><br/>"What the hell is going on?" She tried to sound strong, intimidating. If she was going to get out of this mess, she'd need to be, right? Her voice wobbled a little.