It was the third storm Genevieve had gotten caught up in, the third storm to land her in the middle of a large, strange, place with seemingly no other life anywhere around. She was starting to feel like a real story book character!
Well, except for the luck part. She kept running out of that. Sitting up in the middle of the field, Genevieve pushed the mop of red hair out of her eyes. A pretty enough place, at least there was daylight here. No structu-Where is my ship.
And, come to think of it,
Who're you?