(http://ist2-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/t/b/q/1tbqn/Comicbookshopwitchbladeavatar.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sandra Dixon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Comic book shop<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><br/>The day is bright,  the sun shines down on a cloudless day unimpeded.  The curtains hang partially open and the sunlight floods the room.  Casting across the room onto the bed and hitting the sleeping Sandra upon the face.   The alarm clock on the night table next to her bed on the left side is knocked over.   Having done its job and going off over an hour earlier.   The sunlight through is more effective as Sandra stirs awake.   Rising up to peer at the time on her alarm clock through eyelids that blink shedding the weight of sleep still heavy upon them.<br/><br/>The time reads 11:46 am.    Seeing the time causes her to leap straight up in a frantic fury.    She is 46 minutes late.     The new comics come out at the shop at 11 every week.    Sandra goes into hurry mode.   As she scrambles from bed,  grabbing herself a top and jeans on her way rushing into the bathroom.    In less then five minutes she has gone to bathroom.   Gargled, brushed her teeth and dressed.   On her way out she grab a slim-fast shake off the counter in her kitchen.   Drinking it as she went down the east stairs leading up to her apartment.   Depositing it in the waiting garbage at the base of the stairs.<br/><br/>Breaking into a run as she reaches the street.   The comic book shop is seven blocks away.   Crossing the street midway down the block she turn left onto the next street and run a few blocks before turning onto another street and running four more blocks.    Panting as she reached the shop.   She really does need to give up smoking.   Silently cursing to herself that she left her smokes back at the apartment.   Where they stay for now.  It is release day at the shop and no way she would go back.   If it merely was going to work, and not her day off and release day.  She would turn right around and head back and get her smokes.   But not so this day, as she pushes in the door to the shop and heads in.<br/><br/>Billy is behind the counter.   Sam is checking out,   a stranger is looking through the shop.  The others already have come and gone.   Billy gives her a smile as she enters.     Causing Sam to turn and look giving a nod in greeting.    As she scoots past in a hurry heading right to the rack with new releases.    She goes right to the spot that Witchblade is set out in.  A slight frown creases across her brow,  Billy set it two spots over then normal.   Still it is a forgivable act,  as she reaches up and pulls the first one off the shelf.      Billy reaches under the counter and pulls up a likewise book in a plastic sleeve.   She nod thanks to him as he has her copy ready to bag and go.    Witchblade is the only title she purchases,  she reads others but she can't afford more then one to purchase.   An through she purchases her favorite title.   She has to read it first, before she can read the others.  It be sacrilegious to read any other before hand.<br/><br/>Enraptured in her title as she flips the page to read the next panels of the comic Witchblade.    The strangers are buying some trade paperbacks up at the counter.    She catches out of the corner of her vision.   When suddenly the shop is caught in an explosion as everything goes white in the moment.    The book in her hand is suddenly not their as everything goes white.   In that moment it seems she is torn apart into a million pieces.   All she can remember at that moment is thinking it is not fair, she had not finished her book.<br/><br/>Coming to she is on her hands and knees.  Her hair has fallen into her face.   Something weird is on her right arm.    It feels like she is in her underwear.    Slowly as she rises up to sit back on her heels.   Some how she has survived the bomb.    But strangely nothing is out of place.   No evidence of a bomb having gone off.   Then she notices the shop is different.   The layout is not the same and Billy is not behind the counter.   Further more there are cos players now in the shop, dressed as comic book heroes.    They're looking at her in a strange way.    The Gambit like looking individual in a cajun drawl speaks up.    As she rises to stand.   While standing she realize she is in her underwear.   No not in her underwear,  she is dressed as if she is the Witchblade.    "What the fuck?"   She mouths softly as she realizes this and sees the Asian young man behind the counter.<br/><br/><br/><br/>