Abigail couldn't help but admit that the scene that played out before her eyes was different, very different.  She thought, and thought, but couldn't recall anything like it in any previous books.  There was a comic she read once, awhile back, that ran along the same lines of the events which transpired in the little office, but it wasn't exactly on the dot.  She wasn't proud of it, but there was a part of her that was a bit agitated over the fact that reality had found a way to wiggle that made it appear stranger than even her fiction.

Not that there was much time to waste berating herself for not thinking up something similar.  One moment she was behind the desk, signing the paper and then the world shifted.  It was odd.  She couldn't remember the world shifting before she found herself in the herald's prescience.  All she knew was it felt like standing on a conveyor built that moved so rapidly the mind couldn't do anything to keep up so it just shrugged its shoulders and pretended the world before her always looked that way.  The sensation left Abigail with a feeling her eyes and head weren't things she could currently trust so she decided to sit down until it passed.  

Without anything else to do the redheaded woman surveyed the strange world around her, and it was strange, but maybe that wasn't saying much since every time her eyes were focused on anything besides a computer screen or the inside of a book, there was an intense feeling of wrongness.  Also, there were more people around than she would've thought.  One of them looked fine.  The other looked like an mythological humaoid on the verge of a breakdown and the last one asked about ideas on what needed to be done next.  Abigail decided the best thing to do would be focus on the person asking questions as that always seemed to be the quickest way to find answers.

"I'm sure somebody does."  Abigail, still sitting on the floor, said.  "We're here for a reason, right, and it would be a pretty big waste of time to just leave us hanging here."  She paused briefly before continuing.  "And if not then I said we start heading that way."  She pointed forward.  "Because every direction looks the same and in stories like this the heroes have to bump into something that'll start their journey."