Back on the screen, Brandon had returned to his hut, doll in hand. He sat down, looking over the doll, seeing if there was any hint of what had caused it to move on its own. There had to be something. A mechanism or receiver. But then again, even if that could be explained, what explained the fireball he threw at the monster?
Brandon shook his head again, as his mind shifted to acclimate to his new world. Why was he looking for such a difficult explanation. The answer was plain enough: Magic. Magic wasn't everywhere, sure, but it wasn't uncommon. After all, it explained the fiend (well, sort of), and the moving doll. But did that make him a magician?
Brandon stopped trying to think such troubling questions, looking around his hut for more clues. While there was nothing plainly evident, he saw a belt that did catch his eye. He picked it up, but when he tried putting it on it slid down his body, his waist suddenly much smaller in proportion to his body than he was used to. Brandon spotted another belt, and so tried again. Again, it slid down his legs, near the first. Brandon shrugged, unfazed, before spotting and trying it with a third. The third failure didn't stop him from trying the fourth he found, or the fifth, or the sixth...
