Your life...isn't the greatest thing. I mean, five minutes ago, you got hit by a truck, and now are in some...stereotypical fantasy world. Great. Although, you get the feeling that it ISN'T normal, but you don't think anything of it... Anyways, you're just sitting in your house...which is almost the exact same as your real life house. It's nighttime, and you have the lights on. But it hasn't been all that bad. I mean, your house was completely empty, and no one was living in it before. But then you realize...there was a library. And it's open. And like any normal, sane person would do...you get up, and head towards it. You arrive...and it's actually quite nice. There's...a large amount of books, even for a library. Hell, they even got couches! So, you pick a book, open it up, and sit down on one of them, not even bothering to pay anything to your surroundings. ...which is why the next thing you know, you hear someone sigh to themselves. "Hello." You look up, and someone is looking down at you. Fern looks at you with a very calm expression, gently reaching out to put a hand on your hair before retreating it. "Fern. And you seem...interesting, even though I...do not know why." Fern keeps looking down at you with a curious expression. She still seems completely unbothered by anything you might be feeling.