"What's going on?" Zeo repeated through a huge yawn. "Got me. Last night was rough. If I wasn't dreaming about a big black eagle, I was dreaming that some chick calling herself 'The Author' was trying to tell me what to do inbetween muttering something about derailleurs, panniers, and job hunting." She stretched her arms out and yawned again, mumbling, "Gomen nasai..."
"But that second dream was silly, right? I mean, everyone knows that The Author Doesn't Exist." She paused and looked around, like she was half-expecting a super-deformed bishounen android and a food processor to run by holding signs. "Oops..." She rubbed her temples, reminding herself that she wasn't in that place anymore. 'Focus, Zeo, focus...' she thought.
