[ Keep moving. Don't stay still for too long.

They'd all been told that. No one knew why. Questioning it wasn't worthwhile, was it? No one would be there to answer. Everyone was in the same situation - captured. No natives.

James ran his hands through his hair. It was growing out. He'd been here for so long now. When was the last time he'd breathed without seeing his breath mist in the air?

"James," came her voice, soft and just beside him. He didn't look at her. Her breath didn't mist; she wasn't real.

Outside, the scarping of a giant knife over stone could be heard.

"I'm here, James."

Fumbling for his tablet, he swiped the screen. JSunderland01 - useranames weren't his forte - flashed up, and then access to the network was granted.

He didn't know what to say, but he had to say something. Her breath was warm against his cheek, and the scraping of the knife was louder in his ears. Something, anything, to take his mind of off it...

His mind trailed to his first thoughts, and he found something to say. ]

How do we know we have to keep moving?

["James... I'm real." Soft. Warm. ]

Not everyone can experience the same thing, right?

[ He has to leave immediately. That's what the message on his tablet says.

The only problem is that he can't remember... well, anything. Where was 'here'? It looked like a chapel of some kind; small, cold, and abandoned. Eerie. That was all he could tell.

... Not entirely abandoned, actually. There was someone there. Pushing himself off of the pew, James approached. ]

Sorry, but... I don't know where I am. [ He faltered for a moment, unsure of how to continue. After a beat, he rallied, but his voice was stilted, mirroring his own embarrassment. ] Do you?