[i]"...I'm... at the ocean...? How... How long was I unconscious...!?"[/i] I lived in Nebraska. To get to either sea, it would have taken a minimum of 20 hours if they were to drive me to the ocean, and I doubt that they would have been able to sneak me past airport security or get me to seem conscious enough to go through the process of going through the security check without waking me up.

Either way, the path looked pretty treacherous to navigate... I sighed quietly and turned around. My blood ran a bit cold when I saw the pentagram drawn around the altar. "What the...?" A satanic ritual...? Really? This... isn't good. I took a deep breath and noticed the book. Maybe it might have some clue as to what they were trying to accomplish, or maybe they might have left something in there to indicate where I was or who they were or... some kind of a clue that could help me. I walked over to the abandoned book and opened it, beginning to flip through the pages by the dim candlelight.