Sooraya Qadir had been dreaming a vaguely disjoint dream of orange-and-blue portals; of epic Alterac Valley matches that ran long into the night. When she woke up, she was half-ready to lock her computer away for a few weeks just to get it all out of her head, but then she realized that she wasn't at home.

She was slimy.

She was slimy and naked and in a strange place where the walls seemed to breathe.

She was slimy, naked, in a strange place, and --

"How about a towel?" she grumbles, bitterly.

She hasn't quite noticed that she's been spewed out in a glorious pile of mucous next to some people that she actually knows...