[For a long moment there is just a shot of a skinny girl with vividly green hair in ratty jeans and a leather jacket sitting on the ground beneath a tree, her face pressed into her hands airing across the Vine. She doesn’t seem to be emotional so much as taking slow, deep breaths. There is, one might notice, a black iron crowbar across her lap with flakes of red paint clinging to the metal surface.

Finally she looks up, a decidedly unhappy expression on her face. She stares up at the sky high above, chewing on her bottom lip. Then she shakes her head.]

It would be really great if I could go a few months without waking up some place I don’t remember being. That would be really awesome if that could start happening for me. Is anyone listening?

[When there is an enduring silence, she slumps back down against the trunk of the tree with her arms crossed protectively in front of herself. One hand comes up to idly tug at a lock of hair in front of her face. She mumbles something about a “haircut”, barely audible.]

At least it’s not Shadow People. Somehow I get the feeling they aren’t a bunch of creepy florists.

[Finally she turns to the mirror and gives it her full attention. Her expression seems almost pained for a second before she sets her jaw in a look of obvious indignation and displeasure.]

And, hey, if anyone’s out there watching this? Through this...mirror thing? You’re creepy. You’re creepy, and I hate you, and you’d better let me go or...or things aren’t gonna be pretty around here, okay? They’re just not. I’ve dealt with ninjas, I’m not afraid of you!

[Seemingly satisfied, she relaxes down again, though her expression is still highly grumpy.]

I need some coffee.