[center][h3][color=FFA319]Jørn Hansen[/color][/h3][/center]
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Back in the lodge, the crew members were gathered around a large table; some talking casually, while others discussed tomorrow’s plans. Keeping aloof from the conversation, Jørn sat in a corner, his hands clasped around a steaming cup. Gazing over the table he took a slow sip from his coffee. He had felt a great need for it after standing outside in the cold for most of the day. The caffeine was a nice bonus: slowly the effects of getting up before sunrise had started to kick in. It wasn’t last night only that made him feel tired. For the past few weeks he had gotten very little sleep, having trouble to drift off and waking up very shortly afterwards again. It was known to Jørn that he had a sleeping disorder; a side effect of the anxiety he had been diagnosed with. The nightmares were new, however. 

Moreover, there was one particular nightmare that kept repeating itself, haunting his mind night and day: a woman, in the midst of a dusky room, which peers at him, looking him in the eye before smiling and shooting herself. Jørn had tried to wake himself from the dream several times, trying to prevent the woman from the action, but his attempts were in vain.
And then there were the others, specters of people he had never met before. Up until now they had never appeared for long. His encounter with Steve had been completely different, the experience more vivid, more intense. Although Jørn still didn't have an explanation for it, he barely dared to doubt it had not happened. But if something like this could happen, then maybe the others had actually been there as well. Or maybe he made a connection between two things of an entirely different nature...

As the young man pondered over all of this, his forehead wrinkled up.

[color=FFE375]"What's up?"[/color] he heard next to him. Turning his head, his eyes met those of the woman from before, Helene -- he had picked up her name when someone had greeted her on their way in. There was something comforting about her soft, grey-blue gaze, but he could impossibly tell her what was troubling him.

[color=FFA319]"Ah, it's nothing. Just sketching out tomorrow's route in my head,"[/color] he made up, smiling as he tried to reassure her. [color=FFA319]"It's probably easier if I have a map in front of me though, so if you will excuse me..."[/color] he said while already standing up. He honestly just wanted to do something for a bit to get his thoughts off the subject. After a quick note to his colleagues, he left the room, heading to the bedroom that had been assigned to him.

"Maybe checking the route is actually not such a bad idea..." he wondered as he pushed down on the handle. He might as well open up his laptop, to see if there were any new emails for him, and maybe also read up on that forum which he had found the other day... Deep in thought, he mused over the possibilities as he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

It was only then that Jørn noticed the chamber was quite unlike what he remembered. Apart from the furniture which didn't match his memories and which appeared to be more at home in someone's living room, it was a lot more spacious and light. Carefully he made a few steps forward into the room. Through one of the windows he looked over rooftops, shimmering in the sun in the late afternoon. [color=FFA319]"What in the... Again?"[/color] he stammered, blinking in disbelief.

[color=FFA319]“Hold da -!”[/color] (“Holy -!”) he exclaimed as he quickly turned around when he heard the jingling of keys. The sound came from a woman standing at the door, her posture one of defense; quite understandable when a stranger is randomly standing in your apartment. Her light eyes sparkled frightfully behind the waterfall of blonde curls, waving across her shoulders.

The male held up his hands almost instantly. [color=FFA319]"Calm down, don't worry, I mean you no harm,"[/color] he quickly stated, although the woman appeared more calm than him. [color=FFA319]"I don't even know how I got here, although that probably sounds crazy,"[/color] he muttered these last words, [color=FFA319]"let alone how I can get outta here and get back from where I came from."[/color]
Jørn immediately cursed himself after he spoke these words: there was no way in hell she was going to believe him. Unless... she could somehow visit him as well, just like Steve had.