And suddenly, she found herself on the sidewalk … massive buildings all around. She didn’t know how she had gotten here, or why she was here at all. The last she remembered, she’d been sitting in her philosophy class, listening to the professor discuss Kierkegaard. Everything between then and now was a blank … she looked at the electronic billboard on the building to her right. November 4th. It had been nearly a month since that class.

There were, of course, more pressing matters at hand — she hadn’t the faintest clue where she was, as she did not recognize this city. She turned to a passing stranger. “Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?”

The man looked slightly confused. “You’re at 8th and Broadway …” he trailed off, hurrying away. This was, of course, less than helpful. Confused, she wandered over to a newspaper machine. The Tennesseean. Well, that answered that question, but it certainly raised another.

How did she get to Nashville? Why was she here? And where was that month of her life?