12 April 2012 @ 01:15 am
[ACTION: 625 Topper Street]

[It's a beautiful spring day in Mayfield, and a piercing scream like a thousand banshees dying fills the air of Topper Street and at least five of the surrounding roads.

Frances Fulbright has woken up in a strange bed--again-- and she is not at all happy about it.]


Well, looks like I'm back in this stupid place again. I don't suppose any of ya idiots even remember who I am. [she thinks she's been gone for like. a month. it's more like a year and a half.]