Voices Inside [for Bruce]

It was a pretty sorry state of affairs when Wanda's only reaction to waking up in the jungle in the middle of the night was oh god, not again. Her brief (and sometimes not-so-brief, lately she'd been missing hours a day) spells of lost time had only come during the night a few times that she knew of, but it was always suprememly disorienting, the sensation of waking up on unfamiliar ground carrying with it a certain horror movie vibe. Appropriate, maybe, given what day it probably was by now, but all the more worrying with the island on alert for walking nightmares. Anything could be out there with her, and she didn't have to be a worrier to be unsettled by that fact.

Fortunately, even at night, she was pretty sure she recognized where she was, a small stand of trees not far at all from Bruce's place. A long distance to sleepwalk, to be sure, but at least it gave her an out that didn't involve a long trudge back to civilization wearing a... bathing suit?

Huh. Apparently she'd changed into her uniform, which had been gathering dust at the bottom of a shelf for years now. That was a new development.

"Bruce?" she called, knocking lightly once she made it to his hut in the middle of nowhere. "You up in there?" He kept odd hours at the best of times, and since she had a feeling that most of the island wouldn't be having great nights, she was pretty much anticipating a quick response.