"Who are y-you?" Surprisingly, I had enough courage to question the pair of extremely light eyes staring up at me from under the shrubbery. I offer my hand but the gesture isn't welcomed. Taking a step back, I lean against the old oak tree and cross my feet. That's right blue-eyes, I'm not moving an inch till you come out. The shrubbery rustles and an arm slowly emerges; an arm, so long, light and translucent that I can see the intricate pattern of blue veins just beneath. Next, a foot appears, as long as the arm; also translucent. Gradually, and reluctantly, it brings its head forward and looks at me doubtfully. I gasp. A jungle of shaggy, yet silky dark hair drapes over her slight shoulders. Her long, wide, blemish-less brow is hidden behind a messy fringe. Holding on to a branch, she helps herself up and her whole figure is presented before me. She is of slight built, almost child-like in appearance. Her dress which is of some light pink cotton is tattered. The hem is completely covered in dirt. One of her hands is clutching onto a hat; an old-fashioned kind of hat, with a pink ribbon around it. Hesitantly, she extends her free arm forward and I just gape, bewildered. She looks at me as if expecting something, and then I realize how dense I am. Duh, she wants to shake my hand. Her fingers are extremely cold and I quickly withdraw my arm. Nodding, she opens her mouth to speak, "How do you do?" I'm somewhere in the middle of a forest, alone and afraid, and she asks me that? Trying to match her formal tone, I reply "Fine, thank you." Ha. I can be sarcastic too. She looks down and fumbles about with her hat, clearly uncomfortable. Then, she peers at me from beneath her fringe and asks, "Y-You're not from around here a-are you? S-sorry, not to be rude-uh- I'm Elizabeth Howard, and you?"
"I'm Jean. Um, Jean Howard. Such a coincidence we should have the same surname!" I say and before I know it, I feel my breath coming short. I gasp for air, my eyes roll backwards and darkness descends upon me.