Kyouko woke up startled and held her face, she didn't notice she was now indoors and on a couch. She didn't notice Homura, with her long purple hair and cold eyes and normally blank expression; looking at her direction confused and her head tilted.

She groaned, "Bitch hits like a truck."

"This bitch also does this on a regular bases to her husband." Junko said proudly from behind her.

Homura laughed at her friend's scared expression.