I came to, hoping I'd just had a nightmare. No such luck.

As my vision returned to normal, I realised I wasn't in Maple Drive anymore.

"W-where am I right now?" I asked out loud, my eyes frantically darting around to see if anyone was there with me. "And how long was I out for?"

"You were out for about a day. As for where we are, your guess is as good as mine." Came the reply. I turned to see who it was.

"I-Isabella? Is there anyone else here?" I questioned.

"As far as I know, it's just you and me." She answered.

"What happened to the others?"

"We got separated a few hours back."

The bad news filled me with a sense of dread, but I decided not to dwell on it. On the bright side, I'd be able to listen to music on my watch. For example, Roger Waters' 'The Pros and Cons Of Hitch Hiking.'

"Well, could be worse, I suppose." I muttered. "Could be dead."

"True, although the Martians have fighting machines now. They could destroy this place quicker than you can say 'Ullah'." Isabella replied.

"There is that, yes." I started. "Fighting machines are quite powerful, and us humans are weak compared to them. Even if we do find a way out of here, to put it lightly: we're screwed."

"Not necessarily, hiding's a viable option."

"If you can find a hiding place." I countered. "Can't be many. I have a bad feeling about this particular place though."

We spent the next few hours in silence. I eventually decided to listen to some music and pulled out a pair of earphones.

I plugged them into my watch and pressed the random album button. It selected 'The Wall' by Pink Floyd. This was the first time I'd listened to it.

It wasn't the best time to have an experience, to say the least. As the album finished, a Martian let out a deafening roar.

"ULLAH!!"

"Here we go…" I mumbled, waiting for a heat ray to pierce the ceiling.

There wasn't, in fact, a heat ray. But there was a huge crash as a fighting machine's foot came down into the building. I managed to dodge it just in time. The impact left a way out, an escape route.

"Edward! You ok?" Isabella asked with a worried look on her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. "Shall we get out of here?"

"Great idea!"

We left the building. It was evening, and the colours of the sky seemed so… vivid.

Luckily, the fighting machine that we'd encountered was the only one in the area.

We were safe. For now.