"Oh no, she thinks she's imagining things."  Samantha spoke to herself in a nervous realisation as she struggled free from the grape and was hit by the awful smell of the acrid stomach and the remains of the alcohol that churned about in there.  It was then that everything suddenly shifted position and she found herself being tossed around with the stomach juices.<br/>'I really am in your stomach Opalen.'  She tried again.  'Please let me out, it smells terrible in here.'  Samantha begged telepathically while starting to feel a little drunk from the alcoholic vapor.  'And if it's not too much trouble, could you stop moving about so much...it's making me feel ill getting sloshed around.'