Well, honestly, where are you going to go? The purse sways back and forth, sometimes gently and sometimes with frightening velocity, but it seems relatively safe. And while you weren't expecting to be in the care of a teenaged punk, she at least seems to be more bemused by you than anything else.
No, in some ways, this makes things easier. She'll carry you on the plane, keep you safe through your destination...yeah, this is okay, you think.
The purse sways gently, and you lean back, resting your head against a wad of kleenex. Before you know it, you're drifting off to sleep.
Suddenly, a tearing noise awakens you. You shield your eyes from the light, and look up into the mammoth face of the girl, who's staring down at you. "Wakey wakey, little guy!" she says, smirking.
You look up and see a mirror far above. You're in a bathroom. But where?
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