Lauren didn't move when she heard shouting from far away. She didn't even move when that same voice called out to, presumably, her. It was only when she felt hands on her that she opened her eyes, only to see someone stooping over her, shaking her.

She screamed, kicked, and shuffled back away from the other person until her back was up against a wall. She was breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down. She wasn't scared, she was just surprised is all. Yep. Surprised.

She looked around, getting a better look at her surroundings. It looked like a small temple, or some sort of shrine. The walls were musty and cracked, vines seeping their way through the tiny imperfections of the architecture. Light streamed from overhead, as large windows near the ceiling deposited leaves into the room every so often. On the other side of the room, a huge pair of double doors framed the wall, made of old wood and rusted metal bars.

Next she looked down at her clothes. She was no longer wearing her pajamas. Instead, she was covered in a robe, like the ones mages wore in traditional RPGs. She noticed that there was a short stick, made of polished wood, hanging from her hip. She pulled it out of its strap, taking a look at it.

[i]Wait a minute, does this mean I have...[/i]

And right on cue, another floating window popped up, one that only she could see. Indeed it was an inventory screen, showing that what she was holding was an "Old Wood Rod". It didn't look like she had anything else.

She looked back up at the boy.

"Where the hell are we?"