For the last week you’ve been having visions of a girl talking to you, you didn’t understand why, so you ignored it.

You opened your eyes after a nice sleep, dreaming of her again- this time you weren’t at home. You were on some sort of sandy island. You look at your hands, some sort of diamond-thing was stuck in your left arm.

You look down at your legs and see a dodo- wait, those are extinct!? Confusion fills your head as you look around instinctively, just to see a Pteranodon flying.