"A danger to myself...yeah, never heard<em>that</em>one before." Ivy rolled her eyes. This must be some sort of rehab or something. Jill called her ancient. Maybe that was a bad translation for addict. She had been aching for a fix since she woke up, but now that she was allowing the thoughts of it to enter her mind, she wanted somthing more than ever. She tried to push those thoughts from her head for now.<br/><br/>"Well what kind of world is this....some sort of new age European rehabilitation center? That why you need the translator?" The language the others had spoken certainly didn't sound European...or like much she had ever heard before, but her mind was struggling to make sense of it all.<em>A place like this must cost a fortune.</em><br/><br/>"Whoa, wait a second...my mother didn't send me here did she?" Ivy's face looked angry, but she made no move towards Jill, and didn't appear to be threatening her in any way. "Cause if she did, I want no part of it."