Where do the lost go?
Eileen woke up to the bright RhyDinian sun shining in her window. It wasn't all a bad dream. She had boarded a plane for Switzerland, had a few drinks, and woken up on a bench in a strange city. A strange very non-Swiss looking city. Evidence of being in that strange city were all around her. She was in a bed in the room that some strange man had rented for her. There was the washing bowl with the broken mirror hanging over it.
She needed to get out of here.
Problem 1: There was no phone in her room. To further complicate matters, she didn't remember seeing a phone last night in the downstairs bar and she was almost positive there was no electricity in this place. The candles and matches on her bedside table reminded her of that.
Problem 2: She had seen a man with wings last night, and not the little faerie wings that people could buy off the internet or tried to make out of coat hangers. These things looked more real then the ones Victoria Secret models wear and they appeared to be naturally attached to his back. The fangs on that red-head and the overall weirdness of the city she was in she could explain away; humans were very experienced and amazing creatures in that way. The wings she could not ignore.
She kneeled on the floor and peered out her window. Things looked generally safe out there, although totally foreign.
If she was stuck in such a situation, she would make the best of it. She needed to find the local embassy or even a travelers office. Grabbing her 35mm from her hiking bag and pocketing the room key, she descended the stairs into the Inn of the Red Dragon.
Eileen woke up to the bright RhyDinian sun shining in her window. It wasn't all a bad dream. She had boarded a plane for Switzerland, had a few drinks, and woken up on a bench in a strange city. A strange very non-Swiss looking city. Evidence of being in that strange city were all around her. She was in a bed in the room that some strange man had rented for her. There was the washing bowl with the broken mirror hanging over it.
She needed to get out of here.
Problem 1: There was no phone in her room. To further complicate matters, she didn't remember seeing a phone last night in the downstairs bar and she was almost positive there was no electricity in this place. The candles and matches on her bedside table reminded her of that.
Problem 2: She had seen a man with wings last night, and not the little faerie wings that people could buy off the internet or tried to make out of coat hangers. These things looked more real then the ones Victoria Secret models wear and they appeared to be naturally attached to his back. The fangs on that red-head and the overall weirdness of the city she was in she could explain away; humans were very experienced and amazing creatures in that way. The wings she could not ignore.
She kneeled on the floor and peered out her window. Things looked generally safe out there, although totally foreign.
If she was stuck in such a situation, she would make the best of it. She needed to find the local embassy or even a travelers office. Grabbing her 35mm from her hiking bag and pocketing the room key, she descended the stairs into the Inn of the Red Dragon.