Gabrielle came around slowly, fading out of a pleasant dream about lying in the sun on one of the hills on campus. When she opened her eyes, though, it wasn't to sunlight and green-leafed branches above her, but to a flat white ceiling sporting a single fluorescent light. Squirming, she realized she was lying on a hard surface, and as she sat up, she realized it was a linoleum floor that matched the ceiling, and the walls for that matter, all a sterile white color with no contrast or decoration. Glancing around the 12'x12' room, she was surprised to spy a man in a dark hoodie and jeans lying across the room from her, on his side and facing the wall. Aside from him, there was nothing else in the room besides herself. Shaking her head, Gabby closed her eyes, then reopened them, but the white room with no apparent doors or windows was still there, along with the apparently unconscious man. Nor did the surreal scene fade when she pinched herself, hard, on her upper arm. “What the hell...?” she said, rising, an irritated frown dimpling her forehead. Her long white peasant skirt had tangled around her long legs in her sleep, and she kicked impatiently to straighten it. "Hey... Hey, buddy. You alive?"