He woke with a dopey grin on his face, smiling as if he'd been the centre of attention in a huge crowd all chanting his name – but for what? It didn't matter, ultimately; a dream was just that, [i]a dream[/i], but real life should always take priority and he would have to lift his head up off the pillow at some point. It was when he rolled around, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed, that an uncharacteristic frown crossed his face and in return, a feeling that something was [i]wrong and bad and different[/i] filled his heart.

At first, he wanted to hide away from it, pull the blanket over his head and cry – but... it just wasn't comfortable any more. The feeling of dull relaxation with no obligations to fulfil and a 'lie in' disappeared. Replacing it was fear: [i]who was he?[/i] That thought alone was enough for him to pull himself up, eyes peering into the steel room. It was unfamilliar, just like his own body.

“What the...” he wondered to himself, taking in his zany surroundings. Handcuffs and a choker hanging from his bedpost? A bear – one with a gift tag, addressed to Logan Vallance – was that his name? Logan supposed it must be, even with the nonsense message underneath. A tub of white slime that stained his skin white when he spread it over his hand. A tapestry bearing the Vallance name but without his own on it. Curious...

Logan had just barely opened a hefty wooden box to reveal an ornate deck of cards when the wall slid open, revealing a group of people gathering outside. Were they like him, lost? He didn't feel particularly inclined to leave – there was still more to investigate – but nevertheless he did step into the hallway. A bright looming planet shone out in front of him, and he gulped.