The very wee, newborn hours of the morning, somewhere along the New Jersey Turnpike [NFB]

In the chilly dark that was the pre-pre-dawn New Jersey morning, the headlights of passing trucks and cars swooped along the embankment at high speed, briefly illuminating an empty expanse of overgrown brown grass broken only by occasional patches of dirty gray snow and the flourescent green and white sign indicating a rest area at the next exit.

Then something unusual happened. A flash of light that didn't come from any moving vehicle lit the air a few feet above the ground, and out tumbled four figures. Their landings were mercifully broken by the weeds, and they rolled to a stop well away from the lanes of traffic.

After a moment, Nadia lifted her head. She had bits of grass in her hair.

"That? Was weird."

[ooc: for them that knows who they are. NFB due to distance.]