Baylie lands with a thud that is sure to bruise. When she opens her eyes there is nothing but stars above her. Costalations so bright it is hard to believe. Around her field of view is quite literally a field. It is one of wheat right in the peak of harvesting. If Baylie didn't time travel she sure did end up somewhere new. 

She stands up and attempts to see over the tips of wheat. Everything is dark with night and the moon just barley highlights the out line of a home. 

She decides that will be her plan then. Head toward the home. 

By the time she makes it half way, or atleast what she'd like to believe is halfway, her brain decides to remind her that sleep existed and is nessisay. 

She pushes past another row and holds back a yawn. Hearing something nearby she stops. 

"Hello?" She says hoping she'd get words as a response And not a growl or grunt. 
"Who's there?" She says louder.