A/N: This is pretty much going to be a bunch or randomly sewn together scenes. Hopefully they'll turn into a lovely patchwork of writing, but knowing my sewing skills in real life… :) Enjoy!

The handle turned smoothly beneath my fingers and I stepped out of the stained glass room only to find myself in darkness. I heard a click behind me as the door closed and my stomach sunk as I tried to reopen it. It was locked.

And so I found myself standing in the dark with who knows what else was there, not sure of where I was, and starting to become hungry. Perfect. Several choice angry words came to my mind as this dawned on me. Hesitantly, I reached my hand forward, not knowing what it would find. Just air. I took a step forward and found myself flat on my face seconds later.

Ouch. To my irritation I'd made the pleasant discovery of finding a rock that I wouldn't have fallen over if I'd taken a step in any other direction. I'd landed funny on my ankle too and the right knee of my jeans had torn. It just needs to rain now, I though sarcastically. To be perfectly honest I half expected it to.

After a moment of contemplation, I decided not to haul myself to my feet and instead continued on my knees. The ground felt smooth beneath my fingers and… clean. While trying to figure out what to make of that, all my forward crawling halted when voices found their way to my ear. Their words were indistinct, but I made out the sounds of harsh laughter among them. Wildly I glanced around, trying to see where the noise was coming from. I saw no light. I saw no dim outlines. I only heard the voices. Presently, the question of my sanity became to most pressing thing in my mind, but I refused to seriously consider that.

Kallie, I told myself firmly, there is nothing wrong with you. All you need to do is find the people talking and ask them how to get out of here. After a moment I added, And where I can get something to eat.

Having a clear goal made it easier to continue and maintain a regular breathing pattern. Out of the blue I heard a bellow of, "No cheesecake! No!"

"Hello?" I shouted. If I could understand them yelling, they should be able to hear me.

Silence was my only response. Not even the voices greeted my hungry ears.

"Hello?" I repeated.

Footsteps came pattering in my direction. The thought struck me that maybe I didn't want these people to find me, but I could hardly call back my words and running was out of the question; where there was one stupid rock, there was another. Closer and closer came the footsteps. I tried not to breathe too loudly, but my heartbeat began to run the 100 meter sprint and I could hardly control how loud that was.

Someone coughed a few paces from my left and someone to my right let out a sigh of frustration. "Where are you?" a male voice asked.

I deliberated a moment and decided that maybe I did have better chances if I trusted myself to strangers than if I remained unaided in this dreary darkness.

"I don't know," I replied, "where am I?"

I heard the pair take a few steps in my direction, but they didn't come uncomfortably close.

"Who are you?" one asked guardedly.

"Kallie," I replied, also hesitant.

"Callie La Vayant?" the one to my right asked hopefully.

"Um, no."

"Cheesecake," muttered the one on the left pointedly to the one on the right.

"Cheesecake?" I asked in confusion.

"Precisely," came the aged voice of the one on the left.

There was a lapse of silence. "Who are you?" I asked, a little bolder.

"Eldred," the one on the left said. After the one on the right gave no response he added, "And this is Jayden."

"So," Eldred asked conversationally, "how'd you end up here?"

"Er, I can't say," I said awkwardly. How are you supposed to explain that when you're not sure yourself?

"Hmm?" said Eldred, as if he hadn't heard be correctly.

"Well, that is… I came from the… stained glass room back there and—"

"What?" Jayden interrupted me.

"Cheesecake," repeated Eldred to Jayden.

"No!" shouted Jayden.

"Right, well," I said, struggling to my feet, "this has been a lovely chat and all, but really I've got to— oof." I'd taken a step forward and fallen into one of them. Perhaps I'd done more to my ankle than land on it funny. To my displeasure, it was the one on the right who ended up catching me. I struggled to right myself, but that didn't go so well.

"Are you hurt?" asked Eldred, concern in his voice.

"My ankle," I replied, holding on to Jayden's shoulder for support.

"Jayden" the elderly man said more seriously, "like it or not, I think the time has come."

Jayden's hand on my elbow stiffened. "There is no need. We still have time. She's probably still in there and—"

"No," said Eldred forcefully, "cheesecake."

Not even Marcus Porcius Cato (the original inventor of cheesecake) could predict what sort of delicious trouble and adventure this one word would take our threesome into. My whole concept of cheesecake was about to be blown into oblivion.