You make your way around the floor, occasionally bumping into someone--hardly a surprise, and at least nobody seems upset with the accidental contact.  You get a few weird looks, since you are still in your work uniform and thus stand out like the proverbial sore thumb, but you almost catch up to the girl in the steampunk dress when you bump into a blonde girl who is almost as out of place here as you are.  She's wearing a hoodie and ripped jeans, dancing along by herself to the music.  She turns and...<br/><br/>You aren't sure why her expression goes from spaced out and happy to intense and angry, her violet eyes focusing on you with predatory intensity.  You're pretty sure you've never seen her before. You think you'd remember, because you'd remember running into Evanna Lynch's kid sister.<br/><br/><strong>"This is all wrong.  <em>You're</em> all wrong.  And now I have to fix it."</strong><br/><br/>This, in turn, draws Little Miss Steampunk's attention and her cry draws your attention off of the scary blonde girl to see her surprised, fearful, wide-eyed face, one mouth coming up to cover her mouth as...<br/><br/>You aren't sure what happens, but everything goes kind of wobbly for a bit.  Is that a word?  Yeah. Wobbly.  Wibbly and wobbly.  And the light does things you're pretty sure it isn't supposed to do before you get the worst case of vertigo in history and...<br/><br/>Did you pass out or something? Because this isn't a nightclub. Nightclubs don't smell like freshly brewed coffee.  Everything hurts, like you went fifteen rounds with a boxing kangaroo who studied savate.  And you're at a booth, face down on a white terrycloth towel.<br/>