Chihiro stares at the paw on her shoulder for a moment, but she manages to not look too closely. She thinks about this. San Angelo? Then she was still home. Kind of. Except home definitely didn't have this.<br/><br/>She glances back at the male officer, a little frightened of him. But then back to the woman, and she says, "When I got up this morning, my calendar said it was Friday. I had classes to go to, so I went. When I got out, I went to a café, and I woke up here at night. I...I'm not so sure I'm in the same place I started." The back of Chihiro's mind is screaming at her to remember something from a long time ago, something helpful, but the rational side of her hits like a bullet.<br/><br/><em>Don't ask them why they look like animals. Don't ask. If you ask and they don't actually look like that, you're nuts. If you ask and they do, you still may be nuts. If you ask and they ask you why you look so strange, you've gone cuckoo for coco-puffs,</em>she thought.