Tired.. So tired.. This'll have to do.

Sammy hurried through the streets, bouncing off people, fighting to keep her footing, and fought down the surge of panic when she thought of how little precious time she had left before The Event; so very little time, but she pushed on, kept her head down and kept moving until she saw the building up ahead and broke out into a run, bursting through the doors and sliding to a stop before the one person who could save her and crying, "Blonde, Jane! I need to be blonde! I have a date in one hour and....48 minutes!"

Yeah, it's worse than liver and onions. Deal.