"Okay. There is no way this is seriously happening to me right now."

Brooke Davis clutched the towel still wrapped around her even tighter, feeling cold metal underneath her feet. She looks back, as if maybe she stepped out of her shower the wrong way. God, what had she done last night? The shower was supposed to cure her of the hangover, not launch her into some nerd-alert version of Alice in Wonderland. If she had been drinking, she'd be sure someone spiked her drink.

She warily eyes the room and lifts a finger, ready to pose a question to whoever is listening. "Am I high?"