Katchoo nearly stumbled and fell, swinging her feet over the edge of the bed to get up, but made a clumsy attempt to grab at Francine's hand.

"For god's sake, Francine, would you frikkin' look at me!" she tried again. Stupid chest, stupid sharp pain shooting through it like someone had just cracked four of her ribs, which was pretty much what had just happened if not in a terribly literal sense. "You're here in Fandom, in our goddamn room, just like every morning. I swear to god this is real."