It's cold, and there's a horrible sucking sound as if the thing squeezing her is doing all the breathing for both of them. Her vision goes dark, though she can't tell if it's oxygen deprivation or just a remnant of the memories. Or maybe it's just the natural reaction to the light just behind her lips, like the flash of a cell phone ruining her night vision. And then it stops.

She drops to the dirt like a sack of potatoes, gasping for air and the sudden existential dread that comes from knowing that it was very, very important that that light stay in her mouth, whatever it was. Someone speaks-- someone Australian, that's odd, unless it's a renn faire actor who just missed the mark on what a British accent is supposed to sound like-- and she looks up to see and thank her rescuer.

There's a... giant... rabbit standing in front of her. Talking to her. She shivers once, hard, though whether it's in response to the fear or the cold or just her brain's pathetic attempt to shake her out of whatever incomprehensible nonsense is going on, she doesn't know.

Mona looks up at the monster facing off against the giant rabbit holding a boomerang, and she says the only thing she can possibly think of to make sense of it all. "Did that bitch drug me?"