Kari woke with the sun. She couldn't recall if she's dreamed about Del, or if it had really happened. She didn't appear to be in a lot of pain. Her left eye was still unable to open. Definitely not all a dream. She was alive so it stood to reason the Del was really there. Thoughts of the situation had turned hazy. Wasn't she drugged? That explains the lethargy. She wasn't restrained in any way so kidnapping didn't seem logical. It's like her mind was trying to race with its shoelaces tied. Racing but getting nowhere.

"Welcome back." Del had entered the room. So definitely not a dream.

"I'm glad to see you're mending nicely", he commented in the jovial tone she was used to hearing. It didn't help to ease her mind though.

"What the hell is going on, Del?" She wasn't sure there was a better way to express her current confusion.
"I know I was on the stage performing for Simple Demetrius. Everything went black and started spinning. I remember Pop Tart being there. I must've passed...