Sam had been awake. She'd been in her room, actually, standing on top of a chair, reaching up with her pencil to work on her dragon. It was all very Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni. If Mikey had been doing the chapel in a bra and scrub bottoms.

She had no real frame of reference for teleportation, aside from sci-fi and fantasy, but if she'd been of a mind to analyze it, she would have found the whole thing disappointingly anticlimatic. There was no in-between world. No sparkles. No sound effects. Just a kind of wipe, like a movie switching scenes.

And then she was in some kind of sandals and swords epic?

She looked around and caught sight of a vaguely familiar face. Gaius? She was pretty sure that was his name.

He didn't look happy.

But who the fuck could blame him?

"What the hell is happening?" she asked, walking over to him. But all of a sudden, there was a second guy. And...she had no idea what he was talking about. Her eyes flitted back and forth between him and Gaius. "Uh...what?"