She was dead, right?  Yeah, she definately died.  There was no way she'd survived that plane crash.  But then, why was she thinking?  [i]How[/i] was she thinking?  Was this the afterlife?

This train of thought was the spark that restarted MacKensie's five senses.  The first thing she was aware of was her heartbeat, which would steadily begin to quicken as her anxiety grew.  The air was musty, and above the faint sound of the her own breath, there was a voice coming from... outside?  The questions began to pile up on top of the already important conundrum.  She moved her hands and reached around to find that she was in an enclosed space, and that's when her eyes shot open in fright to total darkness.

Forgivingly, she wasn't made to panic in the claustrophic environment as the front of the box popped open and the young woman sat up into the open air, rushed to her feet, tripping in her hastiness and sending her tumbling out of the stone coffin, unceremoniously onto the floor with a whiney shriek.  The pain from the fall had her fleetingly think that this was absolutely [i]not[/i] the afterlife.  She looked at her outstretched arms, not recognising her clothes.  Her eyes went on to scan the surround, the strangely dressed folk gathering around to stare at her .

She gasped, paling with fear, eyes wide.  Who the hell were these people!?  And yes, she had indeed just jumped out of a freaking coffin!  Butt-scooting backwards to sit against the coffin, MacKensie tried to calm herself.

[i]Deep breaths Mac,[/i] she mentally coached herself.

She heard the voice again, much clearer this time, right behind her, and almost jumped out of her skin. A question.  Confused tone. 
"Renaissance fair?" she echoed quietly as she got up and peeked over the coffin, to see... "[i]More[/i] coffins?"

She cautiously rose to her feet and spied a man - the owner of the voice - and another woman.  They had clearly just woken up in the situation as her.  But what on earth was the situation?  She'd died!  This could not be the afterlife, could it?