It starts to get dark
"Who are you?" You ask, but you feel pretty sure you know
anyway.
"I'm a knight, of course. Can't you tell?" The man gives you
a look as if this is obvious. "And just who may you be?"
"I'm lost." You flick your eyes down to a little sticker on
your shirt which reads, 'Hello! My name is Lost.'
"Yes. Yes. I see." He looks around him. "I hear, too.
Most helpful so many times." He gives you a hard look. You can
actually feel it - hard and smooth like marble. "Come with
me."
"But... I don't know anything about this place! I'm new."
The knight rolls his eyes. Not being the selfish type, you pick them
up and hand them back. The knight then says, "I thought you were
Lost."
"I'm... I'm new, and I'm Lost." Your sticker now reads 'New
Lost' and things are getting weirder. "What about you? Who are
you?"
"I am Sir Cardigan of course." He looks proud. You notice
that he is nothing more than a peice of armour - over a wooly
cardigan!
'This is bizarre...' you think.
In an instand, a market-place appears around you. "A...
bazaar?" you say, confused. "I'm confused."
Sir Cardigan is getting annoyed. "Are you Lost, New, or
Confused?"
"Err... both." you say. Not really making sense. But then
again, you don't have the sewing kit to make some of your own sense
right now - maybe you can find some in this bizare bazaar.
"Come on, Lost New Confused. We will have to go to the castle to
the North. Come on - hop to it or we'll be late for the Festive Bank
Quit!" He hops away on one foot, and you hop along behing him,
eager to see this bank that feels like festively quiting - or
something.
Suddenly darkness approaches, with a defined edge to the contrast to
day. Just under this spreading blackness, a man is striding towards
you, with a sword in his hilt and armour that shines like stars.
