Okay. One second she was walking down her street to her house, and in the blink of an eye, she was…somewhere.
"Well, I'm not lost, I was JUST on my street..." She was muttering to herself now, and she crossed her arms in anger.
She wasn't in Burbank anymore.
What the hell.
She took a few steps and stopped. Nope, definitely not in Burbank anymore. This was unacceptable. She needs answers, and she needs them immediately. So, she does what anyone (well, maybe not ANYONE) would do, and cups her hands to her mouth and shouts.
"HEY. WHERE AM I?"