However, it also introduced her to The Hangover. While she'd never had one before, she could easily assume that was what her newest problem was. The nausea, accompanied by some inexplicable ravenous hunger, dizziness even with her eyes closed and while lying flat on her back. Extreme confusion and a fogged-in sense of self whose only clear thoughts were focused sharply on the nightmare she'd awakened from. Tegwen's dreams were so vivid at times that she wondered if such things were part and parcel to being a witch.

A blessing was how Magica had referred to the gift of prophetic dreams. She'd also been quite insistent that Tegwen didn't have this particular talent in her magical lexicon. At the time, Tegwen had been angered by such accusations but that morning upon waking, she found herself praying that Magica had been right. Were a dream like that to ever come true, Tegwen thought she may very well vomit in sheer terror.

Or perhaps that was the hangover.

Tegwen was no stranger to nightmares. She averaged one per night, typically more. But that nightmare transcended all that had come before it. There would be a special circle in hell reserved especially for that putrid dream.

Putting all her effort into forgetting the nightmare, Tegwen turned back to assessing her hangover.

Oh God . . . My head . . . Tegwen moaned pitifully. I don't think I've ever had a headache as bad as this. She stretched slightly, allowing her feet to examine the soft fabric that they had been propped up against for quite some time. That's odd . . . When did the bridge get fabric? Tegwen rolled over on her side. And when did it get so comfortable? It's padded! She felt the fabric beneath her with her right hand. And I even have a cover over me. What the living crap?

Tegwen sat up quickly, her eyes flying open and her heart racing. Where the hell am I?! She looked around frantically. "Where am I?!"

"Hey, you're up," Megavolt noted, walking up to Tegwen and leaning over to get a closer look. "You've still got a blade of grass in your hair," he pointed out.

"Huh?" Tegwen glanced up at Megavolt. She recoiled in shock, pressing up against the back of what she'd been sleeping on stiffly. Suddenly, she realized that she had been sleeping on the ugly orange couch that she hadn't even wanted to so much as touch the day before. Ewww! Tegwen cringed. She leapt from it, nearly knocking Megavolt to the floor.

"Well, good morning to you, too, sunshine!" He said, watching Tegwen glare at his couch as if it had offended her somehow.

"I could have sworn I told you to leave me at the bridge last night!" Tegwen snapped, rubbing her temples gently.

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