Down and Out in the Big Easy.
Her first thought when she turns face up is that she got rolled somehow. Someth'n ain't stick'n, like where she was last night. Last thing she can recall, the Devil and some big fiery Ghost-thing were talk'n some lawyer stuff over her an' Johnny for what they'd done to save Daddy and that's when the world exploded. She'd like to write that off as a hangover dream, but that big fiery demon thing has a name and its talk'n to her say'n it don't know where they are either. the only thing it knows is the bike's here and this ain't home. Home is gone and now the apir of 'em are stuck in the French Quarter.
"Damn, Roxanne," she murmurs to herself as she flips up the kickstand. "Must'a been some weird highway."
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