Chapter 2
Author's Note: When ever Trisha is thinking, the text will be italicized.
Images swirled around, dancing like ballerinas. At one point, one of the dancers came into clearer focus and it appeared that Mark Sheppard was muttering under his breath about a terrible "inconvenience." Trisha laughed at her silly thoughts. Mark Sheppard was an actor, a famed individual who would never hang out with the likes of her. With that thought Trisha slipped back off into unconsciousness. When she fully awoke, she found herself looking up at a vaulted ceiling. The ground felt hard and cold. "Oh, I see you're finally awake now, darling," muttered a deep British voice. Trisha sat up quickly and whipped her head in the direction of the all too familiar voice. Sitting on a throne was none other than Mark Sheppard dressed up as Crowley. What in the world is going on. I don't think I hit my head that hard.
"I suppose you are wondering what is going on here," said Mark "Crowley."
"Yes...I am, Mr. Sheppard."
"Mr. Sheppard? No, I am Crowley, the King of Hell. You are in the wrong universe, Trisha Daniels."