Ray's eyelids flutter as she comes to, but she doesn't get up at first. It feels like it's been ages since she had any rest, and her head hurts from this whole ordeal. To be fair, it probably also hurts from her ordeal before it.

"What..." Her hands are empty. She pushes herself into a sitting position and whips her head around, but it's not there. "The book list!"

In the wrong hands (or is it in the right hands?) that thing is dangerous. But she can't worry too much now--in her search, she spots that familiar hoodie. That's right--she was attacked. Ray pushes herself to her feet as quietly as she can.

"Is that you?" She can't keep her voice from rising in nervousness and more than a little fear. "What'd you do to me?!"