"Where's Kisha?" I asked, shoving a handful of popcorn into my mouth.

"She went to the bathroom. Again," Narmada replied as she fell backwards onto the couch.

I smirked, shaking my head. "Well, I think we should just continue the movie without her."

We looked briefly at each other. "Let's do it."

I grabbed the remote and pressed play, smiling and sinking further into the seat as I watched Tom Hiddleston be the perfect human being he is. Attractive British men in uniforms, riding horses. This movie could not be any better. Narmada reached for her can of Cherry Pepsi, her eyes fixated on the T.V. screen.

Suddenly, Narmada gasped and I felt my pants soak with her ice cold soda. "Narmada," I said warningly.

"I'm so sorry! Really! It was a mistake, I swear!"

I grimaced and closed my eyes, slowly standing up. With a sigh, I dropped the remote. "You have five seconds to run and then I kill you," I whispered.

I heard Narmada jump to her feet and run off, then a loud smack. She's run into a wall again, hasn't she, I thought amusedly. But then the entire house shook, as if there had been a two second earthquake. My eyes flew open and I gasped. Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

I was standing in the middle of a green field surrounded by various kinds of trees. The sound of beating hooves startled me. Looking over my shoulder, I screamed. Horses, it seemed hundreds of them, were stampeding towards me.

However, upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't a stampede. It looked like a cavalry charge. It can't be. It's impossible. At the front were two horses, a strong, powerful black one, and an average-sized brown one with four white socks and a white star on his forehead. Apparently not impossible, I rationalized.

Then I realized that if I didn't get out of the way, I'd be run over by what appeared to be Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch. I quickly ran off to the side, hoping that I didn't look as out of place as I suddenly felt. Because I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, I tripped over a shrub and fell on my face.

I let out a few choice words when my face smacked the damp grass, but luckily no permanent damage was done. Struggling back to my feet, I ran a few more yards and ducked down behind a rather large bush. Something tapped my shoulder; I turned around slowly.

"Artemis!" Narmada squealed, her long braid slightly falling apart.

I squealed her name in reply and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "Oh my God, Narmada, can you believe it? We're in the movie!"

She rolled her eyes. "Really, Sherlock? I hadn't noticed."

"Oh shut up!" I exclaimed, too excited and shocked to be truly annoyed with her. "Narmada, don't you understand? I can finally meet Tom Hiddleston! Well, a version of him, anyways."

"Oh Gods. Please don't attack him with hugs and smooches."

I blinked. "Why not?"

"Because that would be weird and slightly disturbing," she scolded.

I broke into a grin and laughed. "I was kidding, Narmada. Besides, you know I wouldn't have the guts to do anything like that."

"It's no secret that you're head-over-heels for Captain Nicholls, Art."

I started to reply, but Narmada hushed me. The sound of approaching hooves silenced us. We glanced nervously at each other. We had been found.

A/N- So, I've finally gone and done it. Brought my best friend into an OC journey with me. narmada, please don't hate me. And Kisha, tell me if you want in, too.

Reviews are appreciated and rewarded with pocket characters. (i.e., Joey, Topthorn, Cap. Nicholls, Maj. Stewart, etc.)