I sat up, wondering how I got to this dreary yard in front of a house that looks like the Haunted Mansion in Disneyland.
"Sam?" I called out. "You'd better get out here! Which dimension is this?"
Then, it all came back to me. My author had been thinking about the people in my group, and how Joseph was the only guy. Meredith needed a love interest, and a sarcastic manipulator of matter would be perfect for the mind reader. I was replaced with Kevin Penn, and this is where I wound up.
I took a bit of air and turned it into a flashlight. The door of the house creaked as I opened it. Go down this hall, to the second door on the right, I heard my author say.
"So, we're back on speaking terms?" I told her.
Don't be bitter about this. I'm trying to make it up to you. There are things in this place that are way worse than mobs of journalists; that second door on the right is safe.
"If this place is so terrible, why did you send me here?"
We've already discussed this. Besides, I think you could do these people some good.
I followed my author's advice and entered the room, which turned out to be a kitchen. It was packed with people, all of them with worried looks on their faces.
"Excuse me," I asked a well-dressed boy who appeared to be around my age. "Do you know where we are?"