It all begins here.

I woke up lying in a cold, hard, & stony road. My vision was hazy & my head is going on circles. I can't recall anything that has happened to us…except that bright light. Wait, where are the others? Where's Haylie? I stood up quickly as I can & looked around the surroundings.

"Guys? Haylie? Where are you?"

Then, I noticed that someone is lying in the same road, just a bit farther from here. I ran towards that someone, hoping that it's one of my friends or if it is my sister.

"Hey, are you okay?" I said, but as I finally got there, I recognized who it was. It was…

"Gail!" She's unconscious but still breathing. Oh, umm, not breathing, actually. She's snoring.

"Hey, wake up! This is not your bedroom. It's not even close to it! Get up!"

She stirred a bit. Then, mumbled something.

"Go away, I'm gheettin' mahrried tah Pierre…Yes, I do, Pierre. I laaavvvv youuuu…"

Oh. I just forgot. Every dream she has, it always had something to do with Simple Plan's vocalist. I do admit that I also have a crush on Pierre, but not the same as Gail's. Hers is already an obsession.

"No, you're not! Get up already!"

"Whaddaya mean I'm not? Here, I'm ahhhbout ta kissshim…MWWWAAAHHH!!!"

Oh, she kissed something alright. Let's say, the cold, dirty cobblestone road.

"Oh congratulations, Gail! You're married to the cobblestone road!"

She finally opened her eyes & saw her lips slobbering the road.

"EWWAGE!!! Hey, why didn't you wake me up?!?" She said, wiping dirt from her lips.

"Actually, I was. It's that you were too busy getting married to Pierre Bouvier in your dreams!" I answered back. Instead of getting mad at me, a dreamy, mischievous smile curved on her lips.

"….sigh…Oh, Pierre…" Ugh, she desperately needs to see a doctor. She has a lot of screws loose in that head.

"Hey, you're not in dream world anymore! Stop it." I said. But I looked around the surroundings again. I really don't know where we are. This is far too different from New York…the houses & buildings looked like it came from before the 20th century. I wonder if I'm dreaming? If I am, maybe this is dream world? Nah, I'm not a believer in that kind of stuff.

"Where are we anyway?" Gail asked me.

"You're asking me? Well, don't expect an answer, because I don't know what kind of place this is at all." I said back. Then, I remembered about the others.

"Gail, where's Taylor, Dawn & my sister?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I was going to ask you that."

I'm starting to get worried. Where in the world are we? I'm pretty sure that this isn't our New York. Oh my God, I don't want to be stuck here forever!

"Come on! Let's try finding them." I said, pulling Gail up.

"But where?" She asked.

"I-I don't know! I'm worried. Whatever this place is, I certainly don't want to get stuck here." I replied. I took her by the hand and we ran off. We shouted my sister's and our friends' name. Every where we looked, we can't find a trace of them. Or so what I've thought.

"Hey!" Someone shouted at us. We turned at the direction of where we heard it. We saw someone approaching us. Then, we recognized who it was. It was our gothic friend, Taylor, looking quite paler than usual.

"Taylor! Oh, I'm so glad that you're alright!" said Gail, almost giving her a hug.

"Touch me, and you're dead." Taylor said, a hint of anger in her voice. Gail ran and cowered behind me.

"What the fuckin' hell is this place?" she said angrily. Does she really have to use foul words?
"Don't ask me. We trying to figure out what this place is." I said, looking around.

"Have you seen Dawn?" Gail asked her.

"No, and I don't care." Taylor said coldly.

"Taylor!"

"What?"

Oh, come on! Let's just go." I said, dragging Gail and Taylor by the hand. Well, whatever this place is, I know one thing. We'll be stuck here for a very long time. I just hope my sister's alright…