Then she remembered: there was a freak time-rip, something happened: she was in the present, and now she must be in the past: but a terrible past, one full of dungeons, dragons, and Aussies. But Bob: who was he? There was a Bob back in the present, but, but, but... it couldn't be him here...now.
She looked about, she needed to find a way out. There was a light coming from the end of the hallway: she knew that she could not here stay. So she walked down the dungeon hall and found a lamp. She felt like a tramp. Then she found a pickax and she was lax because there was a cardboard wall separating her from the outside, so her time she would not bide. Then she saw a cat in a hat near a bat that was fat.
But she knew that she was hallucinating because of the terrible smell of rotten corpses all around her.
(OP: Ben, January 25 2007)
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