She slided down in her seat as the car comes to a halt.  She climbs back up into her 'bed' as Gabriel asks her name.  Before she could offer it, the car filled with lights and things began to shift.  The only good thing at that moment was a pair of arms about her.  He pressed against her.  Her whole being clutches to him, finding him the only constant in a ripple of motion.  She feels her stomach rise as things shift and change about her.  She fights hard to keep it in.  She has to swallow some that escaped her throat, but not her mouth.  She grimaces at the taste of her bile.  On the upside, emptying her stomach earlier kept this one from really happening now.  The cotton, the vomit and the lack of anything new makes her mouth one place even she did not want to venture.  What she wouldn't give for a drink of water about now.  The car finishes shifting.  She comes back to the moment long enough to notice the car was now a motorcycle.  She takes some time to marvel over this process.  Everything seemed unreal.  The concusion did not help this effect at all.  Nothing made sense and she felt like she was watching a movie happening to someone else.  She hears "hold on"  And she obeys willingly.  The warmth of his body reaching into her and keeping her warm.  She was only wearing a t-shirt and some boxers and it had rained earlier.  The streets were now slick with the residual wetness.  She greedily soaks up his warmth and lays her head against his back.  Her anchor to reality, if that was what this was.  She listens with detachment as he yells at the other man.  She doesn't even really look at the other.  She just takes this time to enjoy her contact with Gabriel.