Sorry about not posting in a while. I had a major case of writer's block. Hope this will hold you over until the next chapter.
Chapter Five: In Which the Reader is (However Briefly) Entertained with a Quick Joke While the Author Goes Insane Trying to Write Another Chapter
When Aang came to, the first thing that struck him was that the room he was in was made out of metal. He was lying on the floor, despite a cot in one of the corners. Immediately after that, two thoughts hit him.
The first was to explore, find out where he was, where Appa was, what was going on!
The second was to go back to sleep.
The first thought won out.
He sat up, walked to the door, and heard the voices. He stopped, then placed his ear to the door.
"…he waken up yet?" asked one. It sounded male.
"I don't know, I just got down here," another replied. A woman.
"If he dies, can I keep the bison?" asked another man. There was a short silence. "What?"
"For now," a fourth voice—also a man—said, "Let's concentrate on waking him up."
"Let's hurry," the third agreed. "He's taking up valuable floor space."
"FLOOR SPACE?" the first shouted.
"You just told me to put him in the room, so I—"
"You have to be joking," the woman groaned. Footsteps rang on what was also presumably metal. Aang froze.
Then he wondered if they were talking about him.
Then the door smashed into his head, and he landed back on the floor.
"Ow," he mumbled, and dropped back to sleep.
I'm still working on this. Hold in there!