Molly kept opening and closing her left hand. She could feel the ghost of a pain from where her nails dug into her palm a few days ago in a world where she was held prisoner in her own body. She watched Charlotte approach her and speak and saw two others seemingly being accosted by the grass itself. Part of her was on guard, expecting her legs to give out, expecting to wake up back in her bed.<br/><br/>"Hey," she says with a voice that she's still a little shocked came out of her own mouth. "I don't think you did," she adds. "No one knows where they are? Doesn't recognize anything or anyone else?"