David had to get out of there. He had to get away from the object, before there was nothing left of himself.
But as he reached for the door to open it, he felt a shift in his mind.
Suddenly, she had no idea where she was. She turned around and saw a woman in men's clothing, sitting in a chair.
"Who are you?" she asked the woman.
"I'm Tamara. Who are you?"
"Daisy. Do you know where we are?"
"No. And I have no idea how I got here."
"Me neither."
"What's that?" Tamara asked, pointing at the object, which was still glowing.
"I don't know. But it does look kind of familiar."
