01. action; phone

[gdisnowpatrol]

I'm...guessing this antique doesn't have service to Seattle, does it? 

[a weak, awkward chuckle as Izzie tries to suppress a nervous breakdown]

Or, you know. Actually exist. I'm hallucinating, please Jesus tell me this is all one very messed up tequila-soaked dream...

Right. Well. Um. Hi. I'm Izzie. If someone could point me towards the nearest bus station and explain why I woke up in a pink, cat-printed nightgown I'd really, really appreciate it.


[Following the phone conversation...

A. Waking up at 748 Partridge, Izzie finds herself in a bed, sleeping next to someone she doesn't know, in a room with several stuffed animals. Feel free to see her with a catatonic D8 face

B. Izzie is wandering around town trying to find either a liquor store, bus station, computer or cell phone. Where is the friggin Wi-Fi?!]

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[backupisbetter.livejournal.com]

You may call me B.

[Backup, technically, but he won't offer his real code name. He kind of hates it.]

If you're sorry, then maybe you can explain why you're here? You weren't yesterday.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

B as in Bumble?

I wish I could. I wake up, and pow! Here I am. All...surrounded by tiny children and stuffed animals.

Totally normal.

[a weak chuckle]

[backupisbetter.livejournal.com]

No, not quite. One letter, B.

[since she said bumble, he thinks she thinks it's spelled B-E-E.]

- One moment, please!

[he hops out of bed - literally, it's a hop - and picks up a photo from a dresser on the wall. His eyes light up when he sees the picture is exactly the same, but with the new woman. But he doesn't turn toward Izzie when he starts talking. More like he's talking to himself.]

I see... From the looks of it, another 'replacement' has been made. But what happened to the drone lady? It's very strange.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[she watches him go and pick up the picture, though doesn't pay much attention to the actual photo]

Um, what are we replacing?