JD groaned again and sat up. This brought him face-to-waist with the stranger.
Uhhh… JD said. Ean? Where’d the chick in the bathrobe come from? I know I’m not just dreaming her up: This hurts too much for that.
Ean grimaced. JD, be a little more socially aware. It’s a kimono, not a bathrobe. And- he hesitated, then turned back to the woman. <Pardon me, but how did you get brought here?>
<Oh,> she said. <It was awful: No sooner had I stepped out of the hot spring and pulled on my bath robe than I was bathed again; this time in a sinister green light…>
Uh, said Ean, <Never mind.>