It had been dark when she'd arrived last night; not the ideal time to go outside and see where she'd found herself now. Her journey into the mycelial network - and wasn't that new? - had been born of panic. She'd flailed her way here, and it wouldn't be helpful to try to flail her way out.

But come the morning, early morning, Pam slipped out of the bed in the abandoned apartment and took a moment to orient herself. To take a walk, and think about the best way to get back to Seattle. She'd somehow brought herself all the way to the East Coast, with DC and Baltimore nearby, and yet a cursory glance at a newspaper display hadn't brought her any mention of Gotham.

That was strange. So were the things the Green whispered to her, distant but still audible: about invasive soil and a beating thing buried in the forest, plants and flowers and bushes that seemed distinctly alien and yet, in part, native to this place.

She couldn't help it. It sparked her curiosity.

Instead of walking onto the causeway to hitch a ride, she returned to the Pick Your Poison building a little later in the morning. Leaving the front door half-open, she strode into the shop's tiny courtyard garden.

If she was going to be here anyway, she might as well solve a few mysteries; she pushed her overalls down to her hips and knelt down, rooting around in the soil.

[[ expecting an Adrian first in the timeline, but open ]]