Everyone wakes up in a room dazed.
Tyrion stands hand on the wall for support as he waits for the world aroudn him to come into focus. As it does he looks around.
He sees his brother beside him waking up. He also sees 9 other people waking up groggly a few feet from him. He recognizes most of them as they stand.
Ned Stark and his Wife Catelyn Stark. Ned is picking up a small boy so Tyrion concludes that is the youngest, Rickon. A girl with Red hair stand and Tryion guesses that is Sansa Stark. He heard rumors of the Stark family down in Kings Landing. The oldest Stark girl takes after her mother while the youngest Stark girl looks every inch her father. Therefore he puts a to the face that is almost identicalto Ned's, Arya Stark.
Then he takes the smaller boy as, Bran Stark. The teenagers he takes soem time differentiating them but eventually did. The taller with dark black curly hair was Ned's bastard son Tryion had heard so mucha bout, Jon Snow. They say he looked more northern then any of the other Stark kids. He took the teen boy with the same curly hair but it had a tad bit of red to it to match his mother's as, Robb Stark. Then he took the last of the pack to be the Stark's ward, Theon Greyjoy.
"What the fuck?" Jaime asks.
"Hello." A voice echos aroudn the place making it impossible to find where the sorce si coming from.
Everyone seems to act on impulse. Jaime moving protectively infornt Tyrion.
Ned hugging Rickon tighter. While each of the older Starks protect a younger child.
"No need to be frightened." The voice says "I mean no harm."
Tyrion he hears Theon scoff and mutter, "No harm my ass."
He swears, though his eyes could be fooling him, he sees Robb Stark hit him lightly on the shoulder and give him a disapproving look that a devorted spouse would give to their long term partner. Tyrion had heard rumors around, people love to gossip especially Kings Landing citizens, that Theon had became more of a Stark than a Greyjoy. He also heard the Robb and him were particularly close. Though Tyrion had been ingoreing the rumors what he saw of them proved right so far.
"You are here to watch the future." The voice says. This draws everyone's attention to the huge screen at the front of the room.
"What's the worst that can happen?" Sansa asks after a tense moment of silence.
"We all die." Arya says dryly and Catleyn shoots her a disapproving look.
"We might as well." Tryion puts in.
Ned shoots a weary glance at Jaime but they all walk towards the seats.
Jamie and Tryion sitting a row behind the Stark's. They mutter comments and predictions on the future as if they are placing bets on it (they are).
Row 1: Arya, Sansa, Catelyn, Ned (who is holding Rickon), Bran, Jon, Robb, and Theon.
Row 2: Jaime and Tyrion.