I woke up, I saw some fountain, there was this thing digging into my butt — [ there's a kind of whoosh in the air, as if Veronica's giving the device a small wiggle. which, you know. she is. ] and voila, here I am, O Voiceless One. Which is why I ask about the tourism board, because they really need a better PR campaign for this place.

[ she artfully leaves out the part where she's not entirely sure how she got here, because Veronica Mars and the world of a foggy memory does not lead to happyfuntimes. ]