Ayrie stood in the center of a room, her hair unbound and her side no longer wounded. Her yellow dress was clean and no longer bloodstained, falling nearly to her ankles.

[color=fff79a][b]"Do you know who you are?"[/b][/color] a voice asked, deep and comforting.

"Who's there? Where is this place?" The room looked familiar, the interior of a cabin of some sort, with lanterns lighting the corners and a comfy looking couch in the center.

[color=fff79a][b]"Remember who you are. Remember what happened. Remember your mistake."[/b][/color]

"I don't know what you're talking about! Who are you?"

[color=fff79a][b]"Remember, Astoria."[/b][/color] the voice said, then suddenly Ayrie was pushed from behind, sending her falling to the floor.

She woke with a start and stared at the wall opposite her. [i]'What the hell was that?'[/i]