Penn stopped waving as she caught sight of the gathering around what appeared to be an injured girl. She began walking forward towards them, confused.<br/><br/>"No, I don't know them. I just thought it would be nice not to be alone...", she approached, pausing on the fringe of the small group and she let her jaw slacken and form a small, red 'O' as she surveyed the scene. The dream like quality of the whole experience had suddenly evaporated as she comprehended the fact that someone was in pain - from what, she did not know. Was there something wrong with her back? A icy realization seeped into her brain - this wasn't just a surreal dream; this was real.<br/><br/>She rubbed the elbow of her shirt, awkwardly as people began hurling accusations and she could feel herself start to panic. Where was home? Where was she? Why was she here? What was up with the strange tattoo?<br/><br/>Surely, she must be just having a particularly vivid dream.<br/><br/>"What is going on?" she murmured faintly, more to herself than anyone else.