[i]It was confused. It felt like something was wrong... or different? It couldn't tell. It felt like it had restarted, like a... a... uh... something. Something... square? No... rectangle... yes. Restarted like some kind of rectangle thing... energy... computer? Yes, that was it, a computer. It felt like it had restarted, like a computer. It wasn't it... it was... mail. No, male. Yes, that was it, it was a male. He, not it. He was.... something with a W... Walter? Will? Yes, that sounded right, or was it Willy? William? Maybe it was all the Will-'s.... yes, that's right. It was... sorta coming back... wait- where was he. He had eyes, and...[/i]

William's eyes opened abruptly, nothing changing except his breath. He looked at the ceiling of a very unfamiliar room, a room that looked to have stone bricks instead of plaster, wood, or metal. He stared at it for a moment, uncomprehending, then he sat up from the surface of a cot or something, taking in two beautiful, oddly-dangerously looking women. He looked back and forth between them for a moment, completely awash with the feeling [i]oh my god holy shit where the hell am i what is this[/i]. He tried to recall what to do, and where he was before, but found that it was... dark, as if it were covered by a blanket or something. After a moment of frantic eyeing between the two women, he finally burst:

[b]"Oh my god where the hell am I? Is this a prank? What the hell? Did you kidnap me? Want to ransom me? I don't even know my last name. I don't even know my address! What the hell! Holy christ, what is this place, some kind of museum?! Nobody lives in castles anymore!"[/b] As he spoke he jumped up, practically running in a circle, frantic, arms flailing out to the side, still clutching his book.

[b]"Who the hell are you? What do you want with me?! Who's that other person! What the hell is this! Am I dreaming? NO- I wouldn't be so freaked out. Is this a prank? NO, no one I- I don't know if I know anyone, shit, what the crap, ooohhhh god, okay, okay, calm down William, yourself, check, the [i]Guide[/i], check, memories, no check, wherabouts, no check, sanity, no check, people around me known and familiar, no check-"[/b]

Then he stopped, full of movement and energy and then suddenly went still, arms still extended out to either side of him, frozen as if hit by a freeze gun or something. He very slowly turned back to the other two people, squinted at them. The left hand, clutching his book, dropped to his side, his other hand, his right, shot up, and pointed to who was now labeled as [i]Vanity.[/i] 

[b]"You, Vanity, GoldenDress, whatever, A- who the hell are you? B- Why the crap am I here? C- Where's my laptop? D- When's lunch served?! Nevermind that! I don't want lunch right now, too weirded out. Jesus I'm hungry, why do I feel like I've got a monster clawing out my insides? Why the hell do you look evil or scary or something and you're just wearing a big unnecessarily expensive dress?! I need a chair!"[/b]

Then he plopped down on the floor, rear down, legs crossed, [i]Guide[/i] now clutched in both hands, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and abruptly fell back. His head hit the ground with a not-too-healthy sounding [i]thud[/i], and there wasn't a bit of movement for about half a minute. After that, he sat back up, took three deep breaths, and you could see him counting to 10 in doing so, and then he opened his eyes.

As he stared at Golden Dress, horror came over his eyes, and he said in a very defeated, miserable voice,

[b]"I've no clue who I am and I've no clue where I am and I've no clue what to do and this isn't a dream."[/b]