I woke up on a hard, lumpy couch, but still comfy enough. Something on my head was still burning. I rubbed it, still a scab. I adjusted so that I ould look around the room properly. I saw that I was in a sort of hut-like structure. I heard banging of pots in the next room of what I took to be a kitchen. “Who’s there?” I called. I heard someone set the pots down and and walk in here, from the sound of the footsteps, the person must have been pretty large. Then I saw that it was a rather large, giant-like man. He had a rough face, but gentle eyes. He also had a bushy, rough, long, tangled beard and and hair. He gave me a look of concern, “Hello Katrina Potter, are you feeling okay?”