[BatRay]

I awoke early in the morning, and by the swaying of the floor I knew that I was hung over, suffering from vertigo, or on a boat. Perhaps it was a combination of all three. I could not remember many details from the past four days. It all seemed like a dream, really. Little bits of memory floated incoherently in and out of my consciousness: I could not decipher whether they were real. There - one of me dancing deliriously around a campfire while unkempt earth-people clapped and sang off-key songs about the souls of algae and the grateful forest. Then, a hazy impression of smoking hemp ropes while Al Gore went into tremors and a violent episode when the vegan revealed that his name was Chad. Finally, a blissfully beautiful image of diving in the kelp forest, weightless and free, moving expertly through the kelp...wait...that isn't kelp; it's too clumpy, and kelp doesn't usually form an impenetrable mat? Oh no, that wasn't kelp, it was GP Girl's CHEST HAIR!!!!
I shut my eyes to quell the gag reflex. When I opened them, I saw a small, round window through which I just might be able to squeeze. I got up and fell immediately, tied around the ankles by some sort of rope. It crumbled fairly rapidly; apparently it was a singed leftover from the delirious rope-smoking episode. How many of my memories were real? I didn't want to find out. As I started toward the window, a heavy footfall sounded outside the door....