It was 8:16 the following morning that she finally awoke to.
She saw that she was in a blatantly-hardly used room. But the only other thing out of the ordinary was, that it looked as if it was from the late 16th century.
"...the hell..?" she commented dazily.
Then suddenly she recalled the disaster she had felt last night.
"Crap.." she said, bring her left hand on her head.
"..All that shit was REAL??"

She got out of bet but suddenly her left ankle gave out and her left knee hit the floor viciously.
"Aghh!" She pulled up her left pants' leg, discovering her ankle to be bandaged.

"What in the name..?"

'Ah crap... I'm probably on Cervantes' ship.' she thought. Or am I....' her mind wandered.

'Y'know, I could easily escape. It'd be worth a shot, but...."

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