"No!" Shoes. There had to be shoes. Wait, why did she care about shoes? This was a nightmare; she wasn't going to catch a cold or tetanus from running the hell AWAY in bare feet. "This isn't real. You're not real. Why am I even-- fuck!" Oh look, shoes. Right where she'd tripped over them.
Francine struggled to her feet again while shoving them into said shoes.
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Francine struggled to her feet again while shoving them into said shoes.