That’s so Raven.
It had started as a simple mission. Track down a few assassins and bring them in. But, as most things tend to, everything took a turn for a worst. She was injured, her body threatening to go into it’s self reparative state, something she had very little control over. “Azerath... Metrion... Zintho...s..” She had enough in her to make a gateway; where to, she wasn't sure. From the vague glimpses she got as she weaved into unconsciousness, it had to be some sort of city. As she fell, she could hear the wind rushing by her ear; as well as horns honking and the sounds of people. Good, she didn’t port herself to some uninhabited rock. The last thing she heard and felt was crashing into a car, her body shutting itself down and starting the process of rebuilding itself.