Dave didn't say anything. He couldn't. But he just looked around for a minute before adjusting his glasses. The story was so typical fairytale-esque that it all really just sounded like any other fairytale story he's heard.

Still. He knew he shouldn't be here. But he can't remember where he was last. Who he was with last. It was a strange feeling. He made no indication that he was lost or confused, the usual nonchalant expression on his face. He dug through his pockets quickly. No phone.

Huh...

Guess he's woken up to worst scenarios. And he hasn't died yet. That's a start.