CHAPTER 1

Brad Majors blinked as a rush of cold air swept across his face. Moaning, he moved to sit, but quickly laid back down, fighting the urge to vomit.

From somewhere off he heard a small whimper that registered in his pain-addled mind.

"Janet?"

"B..Brad?"

Brad struggled to adjust his eyes to the smoky darkness and forced his body to move towards the sound.

"Janet, where are you?"

There was no answer, but Brad found he didn't need one. He had crawled right to her- he could feel her shivering body beneath her tight corset. With all the energy he possessed, he pulled her closer to him, cradling her in this arms.

"Janet, are-are you okay?"

Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he sensed her face crumple with a sob, "B-Brad, what h-happened to us?" The tears grew suddenly fiercer, and she seemed unable to catcher her breath, "I-I-I want to go home."

Brad sighed, "I know, Janet. Don't worry- I'll get us home. I'll protect you."

His fiancé let out a shuddery breath, "where are we?"

Brad blinked, peering around him closely, trying to find some discernable feature in their landscape. He felt his brow furrow as it suddenly dawned on him that they were not surrounded by the copious number of trees the doctor's castle had been enclosed by. In fact, they seemed to be in some kind of…

"Cemetery." Brad whispered in awe.

"What?" Janet choked, adjusting herself in his arms, "can you see? Oh Brad, I can't see! Am I blind?"

Brad frowned, "calm down, Janet. You're okay. You're not blind, it's just.. I think dust was kicked up when…" suddenly he felt ridiculous saying the truth: that only moments ago, the mansion of Doctor Frank N' Furter had ripped itself from the Earth and disappeared into the night sky, "when they left…"

There was a moment of silence before Janet mumbled, "so it wasn't a dream, then?"

"No, Janet. It wasn't."

His response was met with silence. He found he could see much better now, the dust seemed to have settled some. They were in a cemetery, that was clear. It was cold, and the sky was a midnight purple. Looking down, he gazed at his fiancé, who he now saw was covered in scratches and cuts.

"Can you see now?" He almost whispered.

"Yes," she moved to face him, "Oh Brad, you look horrible," she began to cry again, "are we going to die?"

"Of course not. Someone is bound to find us here."

Janet shuddered, "Brad, this doesn't look familiar. And I'm cold. What if- what if-"

Brad's voice cut in sharply, "we are not in Transvestite-Transsexual-Whatever-the-Hell, if that's what you mean."

However, before Janet could answer, the two of them heard a deep, rumbling voice from somewhere in the darkness.

"Now, now, I wonder what we have here."