"Rift?" she repeats, not liking the sound of that one bit. She's already done more traveling via alternate planes of reality than she would have liked, and she's willing to bet that travel via rift is just as uncomfortable as Nowheresville, if not more so. It sounds uncomfortable.

Wait, is that how she got here? No, it can't be - she's dreaming. This is just a weird dream. "Pretty sure I'm in my bed," she decides, feeling a good deal better now that she's dismissed the notion that she might have tumbled through a so-called rift without noticing (and previous experience has taught her that such unconventional means of transport are definitely noticeable).