Serena blinks.
She looks around.
She blinks again.
Then rubs her eyes.
And blinks yet again.
It wasn't an illusion. Or maybe it was? Maybe those mushrooms hadn't been safe after all? But she knew they were. Her parents had taught her well, and she'd been living on her own safely for a while now.
So then why was she in this strange white box, with strangely shaped chairs and tables and something that looked like it was trying to imitate a bed?
As a matter of fact, hadn't she just been foraging for food? How had she been put here? Had she been knocked out? She still had her hat, foraging bags and clothes. She didn't wear shoes.
On top of all this, she didn't know how to get out.
The only thing that looked like it could be an exit was a weirdly shaped. . . hole? That was boarded up with a strange metal lump on it.
Wait.
Was it meant to be a door?
Serena starts to giggle, then laugh.
These people were clearly not right in the head if they thought all this looked good.
She walks over to the door and gets up on her toes, grabbing the lump of metal and turning it.
She tumbles in the hall, and looks both ways before calling out, in her native tongue mind you:
"Hellooooo? Is anyone here?"
Her voice was strong and singsongy, very childish. Anyone listening would hear something that sounded roughly like Finnish.