Roxy's vision swam, the streetlights blurring into hazy halos. She recognized she needed to get home, now, before she shamed herself further. The pathway tilted precariously under her unsteady feet. With a click of the mouse, she lurched onward, the 3D world spinning a little. Okay, focus. Home was in this way, possibly. She fumbled with the mouse, revolving her viewpoint. To her left, the neon glow of a late-night diner beckoned. Straight ahead, a dark alleyway pulsed with the remote thump of music. And to her right ... what was that glittering light coming from down the block? Each direction offered a possible distraction, a possibility ... action place. Which one would in fact get her closer to a silent morning and a soft bed? Time to stumble around and figure out, mouse clicks and shaky steps her only guide.
