A faint groan could be heard as Cronic picked himself up off the ground.

"What in the nine hells is going on...?" Cronic said, rubbing the back of his neck as he got to his feet, looking around, making a note of the people present, but more importantly, the talking white rabbit.

",,,Did someone spike my drink...? This ain't my hotel room." Cronic said to himself, rubbing his right eye sleepily as he kept his distance from both the rabbit and the others, his common sense telling him to stay away from them.

[i]"Who knows, maybe I'll wake up in a few minutes, and this is just one messed up dream."[/i] Cronic thought to himself, as he sat down on the grass, not caring about what the others were doing, staring off into the distance.