"Hey you two wouldn't happen to know what the hells going on would you?"   When MacKensie caught sight of the giant of a man carrying the ship anchor, her eyebrows shot up.  He must've been seven feet tall, the young woman reckoned, only seeming to get taller as he neared the group.  "Cause I have no clue where I am right now."

As she was deciding wether to speak up or not, another soaking wet individual drew her attention with an exclaimation and the large cracking sound.  Seeing the confusion written all over his face, she realised that he too was one of them.  Whatever 'one of them' was.  MacKensie was as full of questions as the others were.  She looked back at the coffin forebodingly, then had a flashback of her final moments in that plane.  All of her friends; the team, the coaches, screaming for their lives on a plane nosediving into the canyon.

The terror.  The impact.

MacKensie shivered as she came back to reality. To wallow in such invasive thoughts would cripple her mind right now.  Her expression changed when, in the coffin she was looking at, she realised she'd left some things behind.  Reaching over and taking out the equipment, she recovered backpack, a weapon belt, a long dagger and a gauntlet.

She fastened the belt around her waist and the sheathed dagger fit nicely on her left hip.  The one-handed crossbow clipped onto the belt at the small of her back.  The gauntlet was strange. She put it on her left hand and felt some kind of 'chill' up her arm.  It wasn't uncomfortable, just noticeable.  In fact it was the opposite of uncomfortable, more like a feeling of attunement.  She didn't know what the gauntlet did, all she knew was it was special, and it was right at home on her left arm.

In addition to the older woman with the bow, the two muscular men stood together and the young man sat on the bench, MacKensie noticed another had appeared; a stunningly beautiful japanese woman.  She found herself staring a little at her, who seemed out of place in her kimono and makeup, even among the entire group who seemed out of place themselves. Unless this was indeed somewhere near Tokyo, where the Olympics were being held.  But surely not?  This place didn't look like anything one might see in Asia or any continent for that matter.  The buildings, the clothing of the people... it was as if they'd travelled through time.

"You self-absorbed, negligent, think-you're-so-special piece of...!"

Mackensie turned around to see a man backing out a house towards them and an old woman attacking him with a broom.  The whole scene played out in front of her and it was like a car crash - she simply couldn't turn away.  When it was over...

"Hi," the new arrival greeted.  MacKensie covered her quiet chuckle with her fingers.  The comedic moment certainly lightened the mood. "Ummm, anyone have any idea of what the fuck is going on?"

"I don't think any of us here do," she finally spoke, looking at the group to see if anyone would challenge that notion.  It seemed not.  "I umm... I woke up here after I..."

[i]I died. [/i] It was so difficult to say out loud.  How could she have died, it just didn't make sense.

"I was on a plane before I ended up here.  But I can't make sense of any of it.  Does anyone know what country this is? My team and I were on our way to Japan.  For the Olympics."