Diana gazed at her reflection in the dresser mirror of her room at the Howard Bed and Breakfast. She had been doing this for a few minutes straight and still couldn't shake absurdness of the sight. She had been left no other option than to wear the ridiculous lingerie that Jessica had left for her, and had been surprised in herself to discover that she didn't find the ultra-revealing clothing to be as unpleasant to wear as she would have assumed. Continuing to examine her scantily clad reflection, she busied herself with twisting and turning to see every part of her body encased in the flimsy, highly-sexualized undergarments. Finally, she stopped what she was doing and let out a long, frustrated exhale as a dark look came over her face.
The note that had been left with the outfit by the youngest Howard girl had read that what she wore had been 'left by ma sisters wuts gone on ta git married or unused gifts from gentlemen callers.' From this message, Diana's only conclusion was that wearing lingerie like this to bed was completely common for the female population of Cutter Creek. In truth, such a thing wasn't all that surprising when she considered how the townswomen's ultra-curvaceous bodies squeezed into the too-small summer dresses, but still.
"By Hera, I'll be damned if I wear anything like this two nights in a row," Diana vowed to her reflection.
She was then reminded of why she was in this situation in the first place. Her overnight bag that had contained her more traditional nightwear had been stolen. Her teeth gnashed together when she thought of her two main suspects, which happened to be the overly cocky, Clem, and the large oaf, Big Zeke. Diana made up her mind right then and there that in her time searching for the missing Donna the next day, she would also find some suitable clothing to sleep in. One of the shops in this strange little town had to have something normal for women to wear, she reasoned.
The heroine sighed in one final act of frustration before she realized that it would do herself or Donna no good if she was going to let Cutter Creek's strange ways spoil her search. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back and thought back to her strict Amazonian upbringing. Diana felt the need to center herself and that meant she needed meditation. She thanked Hera that her room was soundproofed. Pushing the questions of why a room in a supposedly quiet bed and breakfast, as well as how she must look mediating in her brief lingerie, out of her mind, Diana lowered herself to the ground and began to exhale and inhale in a slow, deliberate pattern.
Some time had passed and Diana found the meditation was working like a charm. That was until a cool night's breeze blew into the room. Instantly, Diana opened her eyes and felt the need to close the large French windows that opened out to the room's balcony. She got up, walked over to the windows and was just about to shut them when she heard the obnoxious sound of loud mufflers roaring usher in a small parade of pickup trucks, classic cars and motorcycles. The cars' lights were all pointed their way toward the Howard Bed and Breakfast. Diana quickly ducked out of sight, but managed to peak out just enough to see the vehicles rev to a stop just outside the folksy and quaint lodging establishment. She then watched in secret as the men of Cutter Creek piled out of their vehicles and proceeded to march their way to the entrance of the Howard Bed and Breakfast, hooting and hollering the whole time.
Diana was shocked at this startling turn of events, and wondered what could be going on? Mr. Howard, nor any of the female members of his family, had not informed her of any party that was going to be going on that night. She then thought back to the news that her room had been soundproofed. This was finally her answer of why they would go to so much trouble. Still, there was a lingering cause for alarm and speculation that just wouldn't go away about the soundproofing and the sudden emergence and infiltration of wild, supposedly single men didn't help her mindset.
Making sure that there were no more gentlemen callers on their way into the Howard Bed and Breakfast, Diana closed the window and drew the curtains. She sighed, hoping the interruptions were done for the night and that Mr. Howard would keep any of those louts away from her room. After doing her best to shake the matter from her mind, Diana fished out an ancient Amazonian book from her bag and turned off the room's lights, save for the bedside lamp. She had borrowed the book from Themyscira, but it was only basic philosophy scripture so her mother wouldn't mind. Getting comfortable on the bed, she began to read, grateful for that she had grabbed such a welcomed distraction. Both from her mission and the scene at the window, not to mention it helped ease her homesickness.
Like her meditation, the book from her homeland helped Diana relax and let go of her troubles for the moment. Since childhood, Diana had always felt that the path of a warrior came to her more naturally, but her mother had been quick to teach her the value of patience and tact. That force should only be the last resort as it rarely solved the underlying problems of the world. To truly do good in the world, Diana knew that she needed to keep her mind open to different ways of thinking. The philosophy book would help expand her mind and her way of addressing the world's problems.
Becoming engrossed in her reading, the heroine didn't notice the white numbers on the room's nightstand alarm clock began to slowly pulsate brighter and brighter. Feeling her eyes were becoming heavy, Diana assumed she was just getting tired after the long day of traveling and encountering all the abnormalities of Cutter Creek.
It was already too late when she finally did notice the unexpected pulsating numbers on the clock. Narrowing her suddenly tired eyes, she wondered if this was some type of odd power surge, but then the numbers changed from a bright white to a shocking pink. Diana instinctively reached over to do something about what was happening, even if her sluggish mind didn't quite know what that something was.
Her hand never touched clock. Without warning, Diana was fast asleep. The lamp that she had been reading by turned off on its own, but the pink pulsating light remained in the darkened room. All the while, Diana slumbered and fell into a deep dream.