…co-starring her pet slug, Booger
Sasha's Bad Day, Part 4 It only takes me a couple of minutes to find a nice little ledge to sit on while I consider my situation. I got tossed into this world when a plasma state circuit on our dimensional flux stabilizer shorted out. Bang, a trans-quantum tear opened, I got sucked through and next think you know I'm trying not to be part of the carnosaur buffet. The question now is what to do until help arrives.
See, like everyone in my family, I have a locator beacon inside my brain. It’s about the size of a pea and will allow the Magic Bus find us if this sort of thing happens. The problem is, the multiverse is humongous and the bus has to search through a bunch of realities just to find me. So I could be here awhile. A couple of days, maybe. I’m thinking I need to find a good dinosaur proof shelter, then build a fire. After that, I’ll need food, because all that running has stirred up my appetite.