The girl stirs, wearily blinking her eyes against the harshness of the afternoon sun. The muted sound of weapons clashing fills her ears and she turns her head towards the sound. She sees black pavement near her face.

"Wha--what the hell?"

Mercy tiredly pulls herself from the prone position she was in. She sits up, holding her head in one hand as the other is used to prop herself up.

"What's going on?" she mumbles to herself. "The last thing I remember was--" Mercy stops in mid-sentence and looks up. Looming above her is the slightly scorched Big Thunder Mountain. As she looks around, she notices that Disneyland is curiously empty of tourists. Why...?

"Oh, that's right." Mercy stands up and scans the area. "The fighting must have driven them off. The last thing I remember is getting slammed into that mountain." She runs her hands over her arms and legs, but feels no injuries... not one scratch or bruise. She wonders why she is not hurt, when the vague image of Milton kissing her flashes through her mind. A flush stains Mercy's cheeks as she starts to walk away from the stupid mountain and towards the sounds of fighting. "I guess I wasn't dreaming after all."

A heart-stopping scream rips through the park and Mercy's head jerks towards the sound. As she runs to the source of the noise, she is greeted by the sight of one of those horse-drawn carriages just ahead of her. She recognizes the driver and doesn't hesitate to call out.

"Susanne! Hey! Wait up!"

TBC...