Sol wandered the halls of the clinic for a while. She found, eventually, a room with a pool table, where she stopped with a sigh and collapsed onto one of the chairs.
Where was everybody?
Sol's eyebrows shot up. "Uh, no, thank you. I'd prefer to stay out of all your magickey radar stuff and voodoo magic. You said this is a clinic? What kind is it?"
"That's to be expected, I suppose." She leaned against the wall. "My mother will miss me. But I doubt anybody else will even notice for weeks. I was never... one of them. Despite trying my hardest." She shrugged. "That's life for you. All the hot ones have girlfriends already."
"I am Sol, of House--" She cut off, a slight smile forming on her face. Her accent gave her words a slight lilt. "Sol. Only Sol. Where is the ocean, then? Can you point me to that?"
A dark-haired, dark-eyed girl tripped through nothing into whatever world this is and fell flat on her face. She wore a stiff long-sleeved high collared shirt buttoned almost all the way up and trimmed with burnt orange. Her trousers were made in a similar fashion.
She climbed to her feet and brushed off her uniform. "....what just happened?"