Thick trees and wet ground, the forest was dark and silent. Footfalls echoed through the thick, humid air. Leaves were kicked up as she ran, ran for her life. All she could think of was survival, she needed to get out of this forest. Sweat dripped down her face, as she ran faster through the trees. Bushes and plants hit her legs as she ran, she tripped and fell into the mud. Tears flowed down her face as she got up, brushing the mud off her hands. Why was she here? She stopped, looking around. She kept on running, faster, looking for, anything. There, she stopped, out of breath. She was safe, at last.

Rain Andrews slowly reached out her hand and tapped the door. She has ended up in front of a large gothic mansion. The house was deep in the forest, alone and forgotten about. Rain's hands were shaking as she knocked the on the large wooden door. The house was dark, dust covered the windows. Rain stepped away from the the house, and walked down the stone steps. She looked up at the building. It must have been at least a thousand years old, and it looked as if it had been empty for years. Rain wondered who would want to live out here in the middle of nowhere. She ached, her whole body was hurting from running, which she had been doing for what seemed like hours. Even though she was out of the darkness of the forest, she was still frightened, this house didn't feel right. Rain stood by the fountain and took a drink, even though the water didn't seem to be that clean, she was so thirsty from running. Cleaning off the mud that was covering her, she sat on the steps of the house. What was she doing here? She didn't know, nothing made sense.

Sitting on the wet ground, Debra Perkins looked up at the sky, tears flowing down her face. She was hurting, her arm had been twisted and she had cuts over her skin. She jumped up, something was in the trees. Her heart raced as she looked around her, her eyes glancing left to right. She felt cold, and started to shiver. She had never dealt with fear well, and this was all too much for her. The trees moved again. Backing away from the noise in the trees, she tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. She let out a scream as her arm was twisted under her, making the pain worse. The trees started to shake, birds flew out of the trees and a rabbit rushed past her in a frantic dash for safety. Debra stood up, and was about to turn and run when something burst through the trees.

From the trees, a man fell onto the ground with a thud. Debra jumped forward to help, but pulled herself back as the fear took over. He stood up and gasped as he saw her. "Thank God," he blurted out as he walked towards her. "Who the hell are you?" Debra said, looking at the old man standing in front of her. "My name is Daniel Bobbins," he said, trying to get his breath back. "I'm Debra Perkins," she said. "What the hell is going on here?" "I have no idea, one minute I was at home and the next I am running through the forest," Daniel said. Debra looked at her hand, it was badly bruised. "The same with me. Maybe we should try an find," she paused and looked at the trees. "Find anything." "Good plan. This makes little sense," Daniel said as they started to walk. "I know. Maybe we will get answers when we find someone or something. Your English right?" Debra asked, changing the topic.

"Yes I am. And if I am not mistaken, you are from Texas?" he asked, also not wanting to think too much about this situation. "I sure am. I wish I was back there," Debra said, starting to cry once again. "We will find a way to get back home, I am sure of that," Daniel told her, holding her hand, the hand that wasn't hurt. "Do you live in America?" Debra asked Daniel. "Yes I live in Boston, this would have made less sense if I turned up here from England right?" he said, with a laugh. "I moved here about two years ago for a teaching job at Harvard, I worked there for a year full time but now I only do lectures once in a while." "Do you like America?" Debra asked. "Yes. I miss London however I do like living over here." He pushed past a bush, helping Debra walk though the branches. "What about you? What do you do in Texas?" "I look after my children, I have two. My husband is a lawyer," She told him, thinking about her family. "I used to work in a diner but when I met Dave, I didn't need to stay there. I miss them." "I am sure we will get out of here. There seems to be a path here, as if someone has already walked this way. Maybe we are getting close to something." The pair walked down a mud path, following broken branches crushed plants. After a few more feet, the path became wider, and foot prints appeared in the mud.

Rain sat near the house she had found in the forest, looking at the sky. She could see clouds, and the sun was shining. If it was any other day, place or time, she would have felt happy to be outside, however at this point, all she wanted was to get away from this place and hide in her house. She looked at her clothes, they were wet from the run in the forest and she had torn her vest. She had been thinking about why she was here. It made so sense. She had thought about looking around the grounds of this house, however she was scared of what she may find. A small bug ran past her, she followed it with her eyes. As she looked back to the sky, a voice made her jump.