Adelaide opened her eyes to find herself covered in feathers and sitting on an unfamilliar bed, in an unfamilliar place and in unfamilliar clothing. She looked around in confusion.
"Where am I?" She asked aloud.
"Welcome to Manhattan." A voice said from behind her.
Adelaide looked over her shoulder and saw a redheaded guy with blue eyes and freckles. "Who are you?" She asked her confusion deepening.
"Well I'm Matt." He said. "But you know me as The Narrator."
Adelaide gasped. "You're the narrator? But-"
"Adelaide You're in the real world now." He reminded her. "And I'm real."