"A-Aoyama... Rika?" Takamiya asked to thin air. "Aoyama..." he thought he'd heard the name somewhere but he couldn't be sure. Groggily he stood up, heaving himself from a sitting position to his knees and then pushing upwards to stand on his feet. "Are you okay...?" he asked, not sure if she could even hear him. He stumbled to the girl's table and looked at her newly-slender arms, her long hair and to her breasts - but quickly looked away. He wasn't a pervert. [i]That wizard... who was he? And... where even are we? ...this has to be a dream... surely... he can't possibly have turned into a girl...[/i]

Thoughts aside, he had to get her off the table and away from this place somehow, though they appeared to be somewhat trapped. First things first, he had to untie the girl. He tried to undo the tough knots that stopped her escape, but soon found that trying that was almost impossible. He looked around the room. [i]Something sharp... there's gotta be something... a rock...?[/i]

Once he had scanned the room a few times, his sharp eyes noticed a grey-ish, silver-ish object that appeared to blend in with its surroundings. [i]Flint.[/i] It was on the other side of the room. He walked to it and picked it up, seeing a jagged edge. He walked back to the table. "You trust me, right?" he asked his childhood friend, and began to cut the rope.