The time is 10 a.m. With papers in your hands, you entered your office and saw someone leaning against the wall. You asked him who he was. For someone who's possibly in danger, you're pretty calm; he's impressed.

He laughed. "I'm Blake. Hmm, a very nice office." The sound of his laughter filled the office. You blinked, and when your eyes opened again, he was nowhere. Then everything changed; what once was an office is now a forest, and your hands are now holding leaves, not papers.