[She's landed on her back and wherever she is, it's really, really, dark. Abbie sits up flinching from the impact, but is able to gather her bearings and turn on her flashlight again. The room appears to be some sort of... ballroom? Wait, how does that work? Before she can try to contemplate the logic of the architecture, she hears Peter's voice.]
Quill? Yeah, I can hear you! [She looks around. This area was too roomy for her liking.]
There's not much around, but I think I fell through a wormhole or something?
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[She's landed on her back and wherever she is, it's really, really, dark. Abbie sits up flinching from the impact, but is able to gather her bearings and turn on her flashlight again. The room appears to be some sort of... ballroom? Wait, how does that work? Before she can try to contemplate the logic of the architecture, she hears Peter's voice.]
Quill? Yeah, I can hear you! [She looks around. This area was too roomy for her liking.]
There's not much around, but I think I fell through a wormhole or something?