Noah's body was numb, he was drifting on a cloud of air. He had a dream that seemed to run for the longest time, that a small voice was speaking to him calmly, that he was in pain, that was slowly fading away. He saw strange images of girls he used to like, his friends speaking to him in bed, foreign voices discussing what sounded like nonsense, and strangely a frog's ribbit, that sounded like a giant of a creature.
Many times he felt the sensation of opening his eyes and stepping into the waking world, but now he really was awake. His vision was still foggy, but he was certain he was laying in a bed. A girl about his age looked at him quizzically. She had bright brown eyes and was wearing a strange sort of armor like some kind of costume.
“Where am I? Who are you?” His words were slurred. His mind was able to run, but his body could not even move much at all.