“She needs to be taken to the officials, we need to question her! She may know exactly what we need; she might still be on their side-”
“We do not know for sure. Tell me, does she seem like she knows lots about this place?” questioned the old man. I look around, trying to act normal...I mean, if I knew what normal was. Well, I mean, should I even try to act normal? They should, by now at least, know that I know nothing about normal. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now!
“Alright, what’s going on?! And don’t just tell me lies, I want to know what’s going on and where I am and what’s happening and...everything! Because, well, what do I know? Nothing! Please...” I looked down at my bare feet. I was so perturbed and confused and upset...I just don’t know what to do anymore, what to feel, how to handle things without having a dewdrop of knowledge of what’s going on.
The old man walked over to me and put a finger on my forehead. I opened my mouth, about to question how this was going to help me, but I slowly lost the feeling in my body, the world fading to a gray. It was slow, not like the visions I get on my own, but somehow...calming. A feeling of tranquility washed over me like warm water in a hot tub. As the world dimmed into a gray endless space, the old man joined the world I was in.
“Where...where are we? What...” I started to ask more questions, but decided they could wait until later...right? Wait...no they can’t!
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the sticky relaxed feeling, but it was as if it were cobwebs, sticking on to me like Velcro.
 My hearing isn’t that bad. I honestly thought he was on my side.