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Stacey Cann
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Smiling from the dream she was having concerning a certain yoga instructor and no clothes, Stacey turned over where she lay, gripping what she thought was her blanket. But it proved stringy, cold, a bit damp. Eyebrows coming together, she blinked her eyes a few times, trying to focus on the green and gold colors around her.

When she concentrated, she sniffed and smelled soil. Then she squinted to the brown hues. Tree trunks. Gasping, she leapt up, her duffel bag still wrapped around her arm and making her lose her balance. Stumbling into a tree, she found her feet and then her stare widened on the wood beneath her fingers. It was warm. And pulsing. As if alive.

She shrank away, looking around the clearing, spine disturbed with shivers. It was a forest, dark yet illuminated slightly from tiny moving lights here and there, the number enough for her to see by. Fireflies? Seemed like. How had she gotten here?

Noticing another body, she hurried over and dropped to her knees, yelping as he knee caught a stick, but her adreneline took care of the pain for now. She recognized the girl. They lived in the same building.

"Hey," she said, shaking the girl's arm. "Wake up! We're in trouble."