Everything was insane.<br/><br/>That was okay, she'd always known in the twisted corners of her subtly malformed concious that the universe was a ruthless, twisted place that bore her and her loved ones a deeply personal grudge.  Having that proven came as almost a relief.<br/><br/>Since she'd been unable to find a gun, Samatha spun back into the room, crossed to Angela in five quick strides, and jerked her up by the front of the bikini.  "Snap out of it, Angela!" she hissed, then dropped her and gave her a light but stinging slap.  "Snap out of it, Angela!  We need your Ford!"