beat the deadline

The first thing that went through Fraun´s head as she lifted it up from the floor, was to find her mobile phone and call Olla. She remembered her number and that they were good friends. Her headace gave a hint to why everything was so blurred. She was trying to catch thoughts and memories and reasons with her mental hand. But it was like grasping fog. The telephone was nowhere to be found.

- OK, take a step back and try to analyze this, she commanded herself. But it was futile. The only conclusion was that she probably needed time to recover and the best thing she could do right now is to make some coffee and sit down. That was the best way to deal with a hangover like this.

Fraun was very unsure on what to make out of the whole incident. As far as she knew it had never been like this before. Did someone put something in her drink? Maybe the head aces is because it got hit by something very, very hard.