Sam awoke in a clearing, but on either side and all around him cornstalks surrounded him. He thought back, the last thing remembered was being in class. That doesn't make sense, he thought, I ought to at least remember leaving the classroom, but try as he might, he could not remember past Ms. Duublehauser's history lesson on the first contact. He attempted to get up but stayed seated when his head throbbed from the change in elevation, he moaned, and heard rustling behind him.
Jim, attempting to find some corn that hadn't already dried up on the stalks , heard his brother moan and hurried to his side, he burst from the cornstalks evidentially scaring the wits out of his brother, noticing the clutched hand to his heart. He put on his to-be-famous Jim kirk smile.
"Jeez, Sa, you had me worried." Sam, recovering from his near heart failure replied,
"How long hi been out?" Jim wiggled his hand, "wait, no, scratch that. WHY was I out?" Jim gave his brother a worried look, figuring that time school got out and the sun had set a couple hours ago, Jim guestimated six or seven hours.
"What do you mean, you don't remember what happened?"
"No," Sam grabbed his head, "last thing I remember is being in class, did I fall asleep and fall out of my chair or something?" Jim waited a moment before telling him about how Sam had saved him from a sound beating, but seemed to receive worse than he himself had. He explained why they were here in the field, instead of at home as well. Sam blinked a few times, "Mom's gonna be pissed." Jim nodded in agreement.