Charles looked up from the bar, as a few 'patrons were enveloped in a flash of blue light. 
 studying their faces he saw the sheer indifference to what had happened, most of the patrons just kept eating, the rest were pouring the drink down their throghts and ordering another. from the seat at the bar closes to a door that led down to what he supposed was a basement, three people went down and within the minute 2 more had gone missing from the lounge. 
 he had to see what was happening despite the cost, be it existence or soul, he picked up his pint and threw a handful of quarters over the bar. he made his way down the old concrete stairs and to a large book on the floor, he pearled over the pages and the book flashed a blue that he saw in the lounge.

he awoke within a forest surrounded by men and women, he looked at his hands they were the same... yet he felt different. he knew his name was no longer Charles, he also knew he wasn't in the basement. he put his hand on what he assumed was a sword and a gun and looked around "i dont think im in Kansas any-more"